TAKEN

Only The Beginning

Kody

I was awakened the next morning by August's right hand man, who I'd then known to be Sully. He was around the same complexion and height as August, with a very neatly cut fade. He had a very athletic build, and his arms and neck were covered in tattoos. He stood around 6 feet tall. He helped me from the floor, giving me a "Goodmorning." I said the same as we went to exit the empty room. I wanted to ask where we were going, but he later answered that question for me. "A want you in his room." He looked back to me when we reached a door further down the hallway. Sully knocked at the door, and a few seconds later August appeared. He was dressed in a Pink Dolphin tee and some camo pants, with a pair of black Chuck Taylors. He looked even more handsome than I remembered the night before.

He gave me a quick glance before looking at Sully. "I got it from here, my nigga." They dapped eachother before Sully left us alone. August stepped aside, motioning for me to come inside. I looked around as I entered the darkly painted room. It was huge, clean and smelled amazing. "Nice room." I broke the silence as he stepped behind me to untie the rope that was still around my wrists. "Thanks." He tossed the rope on his dresser to be put up at a later time. I rubbed my wrists to ease the soreness from them being tied so tight. He picked up a pair of black shorts, a black tanktop and a black lace bra and panty set from his bed. "Just a lil somethin' to throw on to lounge in until you get some other shit." He plopped down on his King sized bed, grabbing the remote to turn his tv on. I examined the clothes to see that they would fit me perfectly. I looked at him with a brow raised, "How'd you know my size?" I asked, shyly. "I know a woman's size on sight." He spoke nonchalantly, never removing his gaze from the tv. He looked so good... I almost felt guilty for even noticing.

Something about him seemed less scary that morning. I still was gonna remain cautious, because I saw how crazy his ass could be. I noticed that he had another small tattoo going down the other side of his face, in the same font and size and position as the other one I'd seen. It read "Self." I was then able to put the two words together. Self Made. That's what he was. "I know I'm handsome. Stop starin' at me and go wash ya' ass." He finally looked my way, snapping me out of my thoughts. He handed me some deodorant. I let out a light laugh, nodded my head and headed to the bathroom inside of his room. I stripped myself of my clothes. I stepped into his glass shower and turned it on. For a moment my mind began to wander. A million and one things crossed it. I began washing myself as I thought about what was gonna happen next. What was the day gonna hold? What was August gonna do to me, or tell me my role there would be? Was it gonna be dangerous or strip me of my morals? I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind, letting the hot water rinse my body free of the suds.

I stepped out, drying myself and quickly dressing and putting on deodorant. I took a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror. I had no idea what was coming to me. I left the bathroom to find August tapping away on his iPhone. I just stood at the end of his bed, unsure of what to do. "Sit." He sat it down on the side table and slid to the bottom of the bed, so that I'd be sitting beside him. He turned the tv off. He just looked at me for a few seconds before speaking up, "I'm assumin' I ain't gotta tell you what I do..."

Seeing that August had people who "owed" him, workers who went out based on orders he'd given, and looked as young as me with such beautiful estate that he could never be able to afford with a regular 9 to 5... it was safe to say he was a drug lord. "You deal." I said, simply. He nodded his head, "What gave it away?" He said sarcastically, making me crack a smile. "But, to get to the situation at hand. You gon' be workin' for me. I'm providin' you with a roof over your head, food for you to eat and clothes. So, what you do for me is how you pay me back."

"What do I have to do?" I questioned, anxiously. He wasn't telling me enough, or fast enough. I wanted to know exactly what I had to do. "Calm yo' ass, I'm gettin' to it." He snapped. "Now, I don't know if you built for this lifestyle. But, it's either get wit' this shit, or die. I 'ont trust nobody and for me to just let you walk free would be posin' a threat to myself. I'd hate to have to do somethin' ugly to such a pretty girl. But, I will if I have to. I don't plan on doin' that shit, though... 'cause I think you'd be a good addition to my team. Plus, you down with doin' what I ask. Right?" He gave me a look that made me fear saying anything other than yes. I nodded my head, then he continued.