The Versace League
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PROLOGUE
Blood dripped from Jessica’s forehead onto the
beautifully kept throw rug that lined her bathroom floor. Her heart throbbed against her chest, which meant that she wasn’t dead. Her breaths were ragged and uncontrolled, her body sluggishly coming to. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open, although her vision wasn’t quite clear. She brought her hand up to the wound on her head and that’s when she heard him.
“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk Jessica-is it Jessica Brouard now? I can’t believe he left you at home all alone, once again. Does he not value you?” he asked with laughter. “You stayed out a little longer than I expected you to.”
His voice was tainted with grogginess and his breath was permeated with liquor. The voice was familiar, but Jessica couldn’t pinpoint exactly where she’d recognized it. Blinking excessively, she tried to focus on the darkness that stood before her, but failed. She was so out of it.
“Are you ready to tell me where Yamin is?” he asked her, now so close she could feel the hotness of his breath against her skin.
“Yamin?” she called out.
“Exactly. Where is he so that I can kill his ass?” he asked with a smirk.
Fragments of the assailant suddenly became visible as vomit crept from the pits of Jessica’s stomach. Small little beads of sweat formed in the tiniest crevices of her body. The memory of them bombarding her the moment she stepped out of her bedroom hit her. She remembered a total of three guys, with only two having guns.
“Where the fuck is your husband bitch? Where the fuck is Yamin?” the leader yelled at her the moment he’d entered her bedroom.
“Yamin? Who is Yamin?” she asked feigning ignorance. She looked around trying to remember how she ended up in the bathroom, but nothing came to her, then she remembered the kick to her gorgeous face that had knocked her out cold. Jessica looked around the meticulously decorated his and her bathroom, the spa-like shower that she’d had installed specifically for her, along with the Jacuzzi tub, and fancy toilet that she just had to have. She remembered the soothing bath she had when she came home and-the pills that were in the kitchen waiting for her. The pills were the very reason she had come home.
Click! Clack!
The frightening sounds of the gun cocking and the barrel being shoved down her throat snapped her back to the matter at hand. She damn near choked on her shattered teeth and clotted blood as she stared into the face of the man that was now kneeling in front of her. His eyes practically slits as he spoke through gritted teeth. Frustration for the beauty before him was clearly evident.
“I don’t think you fuckin’ understand what is going on here. You have five seconds to tell me where the fuck Yamin is or I will blow your fuckin’ brains out! You got that?! I’m tired of you fucking with me!” he yelled, every word carefully spoken through his thick accent.
Jessica nodded her head up and down, she was ready to speak, and let them know that even if she knew where Yamin was, she wasn’t about to tell them. She didn’t know why they were there or what they were there for, but she knew that she wouldn’t lead them to her husband. If they wanted him then they would have to find him.
The gun slid out of her mouth more smoothly than it had entered. The leader stood to his feet and waited for the info he’d come for. In his mind, he’d won. His boss would be proud of him. He put his pistol up and then reached behind his ear and grabbed the cigarette that was sitting there and then pulled some matches from his pocket.
“I’m listening,” he told her.
It was then that she knew where she had recognized his voice.
Silence consumed them all. Like sandpaper to concrete a match was struck and fiery life was given to the cancerous tobacco. Smoke rings filled the room and a musky smell followed shortly after. Jessica felt faint as a sly smile dangled from her swollen lips. She thought carefully before she answered, “I sent him to fuck your mama. You bitch!” she spat, sending chunks of her blood to the floor. She now knew why they were there. Why he was there.
POW!
An eerie feeling tiptoed up Jessica’s spine and her body froze with fear. Fear that she had hidden just seconds earlier because she knew all too well how this could play out.
She closed her eyes and thought back over the last six months of her life. She thought about Yamin and The League. The Versace League that is. A League so strong that it had been dubbed as one of the most elite collaborative efforts ever. A League that she had been accidentally thrown into. She had no idea what she had gotten into but she would soon find out…..
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN....
“Jealousy! That’s all this is about! Your ass just jealous that you’re no longer number 1 in my fuckin’ life!” Cortez yelled as he buttoned his shirt. He snatched his snapback fitted from the nightstand and grabbed his keys. He was angry and it was evident in the grimace on his face. Every time he tried to give his baby mama Donica a little time, she always got into her feelings and it pissed him off.
“Cort! Just wait a minute before you leave,” Donica pleaded. She rushed to the other side of the bed and stood in front of him. Desperation set in and she could feel her heart breaking for what seemed like the thousandth time. She hated to seem like she was so needy, but in reality she was. All Donica wanted was to be loved and she wanted it to be by the one man that had her heart. Cortez was her everything. He was the father of her daughter Ashley and her sole confidante. She had put a lot into their relationship and when it failed, it crushed her.
“What the fuck do I need to wait a minute for? I told your ass from day one not to jump in this bed if you wasn’t ready to lie in it,” Cortez huffed. He hated this emotional shit. All the whining and begging drove him crazy. In the past, he would’ve done anything to prevent Donica from hurting, but the truth was what it was. He was no longer in love with her and he wanted her to get that through her head. He had to admit though that he was somewhat at fault for her emotional outburst. His first mistake was jumping back in bed with her and the second was that he allowed her to get too comfortable.
Donica reached for Cortez’s hands, but he pulled back and placed them in his pockets. She looked up at Cortez with watered eyes. Cortez was everything that a woman could want in a man. He was sexy as hell, six-foot-three-inches, two hundred and twenty pounds, with smooth dark chocolate skin. He had some sexy bedroom eyes, always kept a fresh line up, and rocked the best designers that money could buy. Not to mention he was the smartest, most geekiest swagged out businessman that she knew. And on top of that he was always on point with his hustle.
Donica didn’t know where it all had gone wrong for them. At one point they were best friends who loved each other unconditionally, but now it seemed as if Cortez couldn’t stand to be around her most of the time. She assumed that it had a lot to do with the weight she’d gained after giving birth to Ashley. When they’d first met, she was a sexy size five and now she was a voluptuous fourteen. Although it was greatly proportioned, giving her a set of double D’s, a nice round ass, and wide thick hips, she couldn’t help but wonder if Cortez had left her because she was no longer the sexy arm candy that she used to be.
“Cort, I just want you to remember what we had. What is it about her that makes her so much better than me? If it’s my weight then I can lose it. I’ve been eating better and thinking about going to the gym in my off time,” Donica said, allowing her tears to fall.
Cortez looked down at her, but had to quickly look away to keep himself from getting caught up. He wasn’t affected by Donica’s weight at all and found her to be rather sexy. She was beautiful to him inside and out, her cocoa brown skin, full dough eyes, and sexy full lips was an added incentive to her thick body. He loved women no matter how they came; he just didn’t love Donica anymore. Somehow, some way they had drifted apart and he didn’t know why, all he knew is that things were different. They just didn’t mesh anymore. He had a girl at home, whom he felt he was madly in love with.
“I knew I shouldn’t have done this shit with you. Damn!” Cortez yelled. He used his thumb to wipe away Donica’s tears and then stepped around her. He could hear her slowly breaking down behind him and as he left the room, he decided then that it was best that he ended their affair, but for good this time.