Chapter 2 The Dungeon

Levante's POV

I sped on and was home in 5 minutes, a drive which should have taken 25 minutes.

Immediately I stopped the car, she rushed out and fell on her knees to throw up. She was car sick because of the speed I had used.

I walked over to her side to watch her. She was a beauty: tall to about my shoulder level, chocolate-skinned, soft black hair which was an afro, and a nice African beauty shape. She wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans and sandals. I swallowed as I admired her features.

She was quite weak when she was done. I lifted her up in bridal style and walked to the house. One of the guards opened the front door for me before I could ring the doorbell. I stepped in and saw Chrissendo.

Mm. Chrissendo Bruno, 32, my best friend. Always there. Literally.

He stood up immediately he saw the woman in my arms.

"Who's this?" Chrissendo asked.

I laid her down on the couch gently and then looked at Chrissendo. "I don't know. Liability." I said and walked past him to the stairs leading to my bedroom.

"Hi, Liability." Chrissendo joked.

"My name is Jenna, you jerk!" I heard her say angrily.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oooohhh, Levante, she just called you a jerk." Chrissendo teased.

I turned to look at her slowly. Why was she suddenly fearless? She was pleading earlier. Or was it because I had a gun pointed at her then?

I brought out my gun, turned off the safety and pointed it at her as I walked back to her.

"Levante, chill ..." Chrissendo tried to calm me down.

She stood up and folded her arms on her chest. "Do it." She beckoned me.

I squinted my eyes at her just as I got to her.

"Do it." She said again. "You already killed my last hope. You might as well kill me too. Finish it. What good is it to me to be alive?" She continued with tears in her eyes.

I blinked as her words sunk in.

She moved closer so that my gun touched the middle of her forehead. "Do it, you jerk!" She shouted at me without blinking, tears rolling down her face. "You snatched my dream of finishing grad school from me when you killed Mr. Wong." She said as she cried.

I swallowed, the gun still on her forehead.

"He was supposed to pay for my final year tonight." Jenna explained. "I've been able to gather part of the fees, and Mom remembered Mr. Wong could help. He demanded favours from her ..." she continued.

I squinted my eyes at her when I heard her last sentence.

"... since he's always been into her. So she thought I should go myself because he wouldn't want me ... " She added.

I scoffed. "Yeah, right. Because he wouldn't want a younger and hotter version of your mother." I let out as I turned the safety on and put the gun back in my pocket.

She stared at me wide-eyed. "Are you insinuating that my mom was selling me off to get what she wanted?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"Well, to get you what "you" wanted." I said.

She frowned slightly. "My mom would never do that. And he wouldn't have asked me to sleep with him." She said in a shaky voice as more tears filled her eyes.

I stared into her black eyes deeply. She sounded so naive. I chuckled and turned to walk back to my bedroom.

She hit me in the back.

The guards in the room moved at her attack.

I gritted my teeth and continued walking.

She ran after me and continued to hit me in the back with her hands as she sobbed.

The guards moved towards me, but I raised my hand to signal they shouldn't touch her. They stopped moving and stayed close.

Her hands didn't hurt my back. But for some reason, I was pained. I could feel her pain.

I sighed out as I shut my eyes. I opened them and they fell on Chrissendo who was already looking at me in shock. He knew I took nothing from no one, and he was wondering why I brought this woman home in the first place.

I also don't know why I didn't kill her back then, or why I was letting her hit me while I did nothing about it.

I stood still till she stopped.

She dropped down on her knees and sobbed hard.

I sighed out and walked past Chrissendo to the stairs. "I'm taking a shower," I told him without looking at him.

I climbed the stairs to my bedroom to take a shower.