Post by ~One Of Three~ on Nov 17, 2007 1:42:40 GMT -5
I don't know if I posted this story before but here it is...hope y'all like it.
Tamir walked into his apartment and closed the door. He went into the bathroom turned on the tap, put his hands under the faucet and splashed his face with ice cold water. This job was harder than he thought because another person got in the way but he got it done no less. He turned on the shower, stripped down to nothing and stepped in. He let the hot water wash away all his stress and any evidence of where he'd been just a half hour before.
Tamir gathered the clothes he was wearing from the floor and walked over to the fireplace. He pressed the button to light the gas burners and they flashed on in less than a second. After tossing in the clothing he went over to the bar still wearing the towel he got out of the shower in and poured himself a glass of Hennessey. After gulping the first glass down he poured another and made his way to the recliner and watched the fire flicker pattern after pattern in its marble enclosure. Kirk Whalum blew out his own version of “Anytime, Anyplace” by Janet Jackson and Tamir began to doze off. He would go to his boss tomorrow to collect his earnings from his latest murder.
He was like a son to Angelo DeBruni, a man that most men feared. Angelo took Tamir in as a teenager and reared him in the ways of the world. Sent him to college and had him trained by world reknowned marital artists and musicians. He had turned a ghetto child into a worldly man any woman would be proud to have in their life and on their arm. However the line of work he chose kept that from being an option. Tamir was a hitman, Nokio as Angelo called him for his musical gifts. He was Nasty On Key In Octave from the trumpet to the piano and every instrument in between and if death was an art, it seems he perfected that one as well.
“Reminder to buy some new Timbs tomorrow.” he said as he turned off the stereo and headed for his bedroom. “Fuck that, I ain't messin' up another pair of boots, hits in Air Forces from now on, they're cheaper.”
Tamir threw the towel he was wearing to the floor and climbed into bed naked. He prayed for a better tomorrow and dozed off to sleep.
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“Tae baby, I'm home! Taesia! You're supposed to be here to greet your man when he comes in! Where the fuck are you?!”
“Steven, I'm right here. I was upstairs! Will you stop yelling you'll wake the dead! It's two in the morning.”
Steven walked over to Taesia and kissed her so hard she stumbled back and he almost fell on top of her. She backed away and watched Steven stumble to the sofa and plop down onto it and laugh.
“You're drunk again. Can you come home at least one night sober please?”
“So what? I work hard and I'm entitled to a night out with the boys and a drink every once in a while. You don't even know what hard work is. Daddy takes care of you...some of us can only be so lucky.”
“There you go talking out of your head again. I'm going to bed, maybe you need to sleep down here tonight.”
“Aw, come on baby, don't be like that,” Steven grabbed Taesia by the arm and pulled her down onto his lap. “I've been gone for two days, won't you give me some pu$$y.”
“Not while you're like this, let go of me. Steven stop!” she cried out while he forced himself on top of her. “You're hurting me! Please--don't do this again!” Taesia managed to get away and get halfway to the stair case when he caught up to her.
“Stop playing all fucking cute with me! You know you like it rough!” Steven said pushing her down by her shoulders onto the carpet and holding her face down to the floor. He ripped off the shorts she was wearing and forced himself on her. “You're going to give me what I want wether you like it or not. This is my pu$$y...you belong to ME! If you tell anyone about this it'll be the last thing you ever say in life.”
Taesia cried in silence as Steven raped her for the third time that week. She had lost count of how many times he had done this to her but she didn't know any way out of it. This was the man she was promised to before she could walk. Due to old Sicilian tradition that dated back two centuries, all DeBruni first born women were promised to the firstborn man of the Alvechios. Taesia was the first that this happened to since her grandmother so for her father and the rest of the family this was considered an honor but for her it was hell.
“Remember what I said,” Steven said getting up and zipping up his pants. “Tell anyone and you're dead.”
Taesia sat in the middle of the floor and held her knees to her chest. She listened to Steven go upstairs, get in the shower and then five minutes later there was silence. She then went into the downstairs bathroom, ran herself a bath as hot as she could stand and eased herself in. She looked at her wrist and forearm that were black and blue from Steven's forcefulness. She began to cry again as she sank below the water and stayed under for as long as she could stand and came up in a gasp with tears still streaming down her face. Taesia washed herself slowly and got out of the water. She went into the laundry room and got a pair of pajamas from the dryer and put them on. She got a blanket from the linen closet and went into the guest bedroom and lay on top the covers. Looking at her mother's picture that was on the nightstand by the bed, she cried herself to sleep.
Tamir walked into his apartment and closed the door. He went into the bathroom turned on the tap, put his hands under the faucet and splashed his face with ice cold water. This job was harder than he thought because another person got in the way but he got it done no less. He turned on the shower, stripped down to nothing and stepped in. He let the hot water wash away all his stress and any evidence of where he'd been just a half hour before.
Tamir gathered the clothes he was wearing from the floor and walked over to the fireplace. He pressed the button to light the gas burners and they flashed on in less than a second. After tossing in the clothing he went over to the bar still wearing the towel he got out of the shower in and poured himself a glass of Hennessey. After gulping the first glass down he poured another and made his way to the recliner and watched the fire flicker pattern after pattern in its marble enclosure. Kirk Whalum blew out his own version of “Anytime, Anyplace” by Janet Jackson and Tamir began to doze off. He would go to his boss tomorrow to collect his earnings from his latest murder.
He was like a son to Angelo DeBruni, a man that most men feared. Angelo took Tamir in as a teenager and reared him in the ways of the world. Sent him to college and had him trained by world reknowned marital artists and musicians. He had turned a ghetto child into a worldly man any woman would be proud to have in their life and on their arm. However the line of work he chose kept that from being an option. Tamir was a hitman, Nokio as Angelo called him for his musical gifts. He was Nasty On Key In Octave from the trumpet to the piano and every instrument in between and if death was an art, it seems he perfected that one as well.
“Reminder to buy some new Timbs tomorrow.” he said as he turned off the stereo and headed for his bedroom. “Fuck that, I ain't messin' up another pair of boots, hits in Air Forces from now on, they're cheaper.”
Tamir threw the towel he was wearing to the floor and climbed into bed naked. He prayed for a better tomorrow and dozed off to sleep.
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“Tae baby, I'm home! Taesia! You're supposed to be here to greet your man when he comes in! Where the fuck are you?!”
“Steven, I'm right here. I was upstairs! Will you stop yelling you'll wake the dead! It's two in the morning.”
Steven walked over to Taesia and kissed her so hard she stumbled back and he almost fell on top of her. She backed away and watched Steven stumble to the sofa and plop down onto it and laugh.
“You're drunk again. Can you come home at least one night sober please?”
“So what? I work hard and I'm entitled to a night out with the boys and a drink every once in a while. You don't even know what hard work is. Daddy takes care of you...some of us can only be so lucky.”
“There you go talking out of your head again. I'm going to bed, maybe you need to sleep down here tonight.”
“Aw, come on baby, don't be like that,” Steven grabbed Taesia by the arm and pulled her down onto his lap. “I've been gone for two days, won't you give me some pu$$y.”
“Not while you're like this, let go of me. Steven stop!” she cried out while he forced himself on top of her. “You're hurting me! Please--don't do this again!” Taesia managed to get away and get halfway to the stair case when he caught up to her.
“Stop playing all fucking cute with me! You know you like it rough!” Steven said pushing her down by her shoulders onto the carpet and holding her face down to the floor. He ripped off the shorts she was wearing and forced himself on her. “You're going to give me what I want wether you like it or not. This is my pu$$y...you belong to ME! If you tell anyone about this it'll be the last thing you ever say in life.”
Taesia cried in silence as Steven raped her for the third time that week. She had lost count of how many times he had done this to her but she didn't know any way out of it. This was the man she was promised to before she could walk. Due to old Sicilian tradition that dated back two centuries, all DeBruni first born women were promised to the firstborn man of the Alvechios. Taesia was the first that this happened to since her grandmother so for her father and the rest of the family this was considered an honor but for her it was hell.
“Remember what I said,” Steven said getting up and zipping up his pants. “Tell anyone and you're dead.”
Taesia sat in the middle of the floor and held her knees to her chest. She listened to Steven go upstairs, get in the shower and then five minutes later there was silence. She then went into the downstairs bathroom, ran herself a bath as hot as she could stand and eased herself in. She looked at her wrist and forearm that were black and blue from Steven's forcefulness. She began to cry again as she sank below the water and stayed under for as long as she could stand and came up in a gasp with tears still streaming down her face. Taesia washed herself slowly and got out of the water. She went into the laundry room and got a pair of pajamas from the dryer and put them on. She got a blanket from the linen closet and went into the guest bedroom and lay on top the covers. Looking at her mother's picture that was on the nightstand by the bed, she cried herself to sleep.