22 year old Sabriya Jones living in Brooklyn New York while helping her mother run there family bakery.
Helping her mother run the bakery and on top of struggling on keeping up with her rent, she's also studying to be a doctor but mainly for Kids a...
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Stefano sat me and Sabriyas father down in the headquarters.
Stefano hands were covered in blood, his whole suit was for gods sake what he do... Murder some one and was sloppy with it?
"Who did you kill this time Stefano?" Jermaine, Sabriyas father said as he clamped his hands together.
Stefano was out of it, he just looked at the painting above Jermaine. "Stefano?" Jermaine said slamming his hands on his desk to get Stefano's attention which it did.
"He hurt her" he slowly looked away from the painting and then looked at Jermaine with a face that was filled with anger.
"Who?" Jermaine said as he furrowed his eyebrows.
Stefano slowly looked at me and I exactly knew who it was. I stood up and pulled out my gun from behind my back and checked the bullets.
"Where is this fucker?" I growled out.
"Who" Jermaine yelled out and slammed his hands on the desk again. Memories came back to me about Jermaine but I really couldn't piece it together.
Me and Stefano locked eyes and then looked at Jermaine. "Your daughter sir" Stefano slowly said and Jermaine quickly stood up.
"Who hurt my girl?" He yelled out and pulled out his gun.
"Quincy, he didn't hit her, sexually abused her. Took her against her will, luckily I got there quick enough before he could really do something" Stefano lowly said.
I ran out the room and sprinted down the stairs and exited out the building.
I quickly pressed my Porsche car button and sped off.
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I didn't even wait to park properly. I quickly stopped and half my car was on the sidewalk and the other half was on the road.
All the blinds were shut and the closed sign was on. I swung open the door to see Quincy lightly breathing with blood dripping down his face.
"Oh you fucked up" I growled out before I launched at him. I threw hard blows after blows to his face and body.
He fell to the floor but I picked him up by his collar and slammed him against the wall making the wall create a hole.
