Chapter 5
Naomi got the cave the witch always stay, and she entered the cave.“ What have you come here to do Naomi?”The witch asked and Naomi transformed into a half human and a half serpent.“ I need your help” she said.“ What kind of a help do you need?” The witch asked.“ I need you to make me a portion that will makeMr Johnson suffer before his death, I want to make the Johnson Family lose everything they have and I will be only satisfied when they are all died” she said and she smiled.“ I can’t help you with Naomi, you have to stop this, you are not supposed to be Jay’s doom but his destiny” the witch said.“ What do you know about destiny? You know nothing after all you are not my parents” she said.“ I may not be your parents but I am like a guiding to you since I have know where you came from” the witch said.“ Short up if you can’t help me, I will just go somewhere else, Witches are always wicked. Why is your different?”she asked in anger.“ There are good witches and I am one of them, stop all of this Naomi” the witch said.“ Never! What am I even saying, I can do the portion my self” she said and she made the witch go to sleep and she did the portion herself with the help of her serpent poison, she did it and she smiled and she went back home, she was back to her human form and she stare at the portion and she smiled.It was the following day in the morning and Mrs Johnson had sent some goons men to go attack Naomi in her small tiny house and take her away far from village, Naomi had the feeling that people were coming for and she turned into serpent, the goons men entered the house, Naomi was in her serpent form and she ran out of the house, the goons men did not find her, transformed back to human and she smiled.“I knew it, I had the feelings, I will make sure I find out that who sent you to me and I will make I dealwith you”she said and she left.Mrs Johnson was restless and hoping to get a good news, Peter and Mr Johnson walked closer to her in the living room.“ Mrs Johnson! Are you ok?” Peter asked.“ I am restless right now because I had to sent some goons to deal with that evil girl and take her out of the village” Mrs Johnson said.“ Do you think this plan will work out?” Mr Johnson asked.“ I don’t know and that is why I am nervous” Mrs Johnson replied.“ I also went to her house yesterday and I warn her to stay away but I hope, she listen, I guess she is stubborn” Peter said and Mrs Johnson’s phone rang, Naomi also came in but they did not see her.“ Yes tell me” after she picked the call and the tue goons told her that they could not find Naomi.“ What!” She said and she ended the call.“ What happened?” Mr Johnson asked.“ They could not find Naomi” Mrs Johnson said and Naomi was surprised that Mrs Johnson sent them.“ I see. I will deal with you later Mrs Johnson”’she said speaking to herself and she walked closer to her and they were surprised to see her.“ Good afternoon Mrs and Mr Johnson, Good afternoon Peter” she said and Jay also came to the living room and he saw Naomi.“ Naomi! You are here already, you go prepare, mum you should make her look like a bride and the ceremony to start” he said and his parents and his friends are upset, Jay took his father and Peter to go feed for him like a groom.“ Mrs Johnson! You can tell me where to stay”she said and Mrs Johnson frown.“ Stop what you are doing, I promise, I will pay you what ever you want” Mrs Johnson said.“ I understand Mrs Johnson” she said.“ I am not a kid Naomi, I know that you are using magic in my son so stop it” Mrs Johnson said.“ I have done nothing Mrs Johnson believe me, I was also surprised that he was in love with me and wants me to be his wife immediately trust me” she said.“ I do not trust you”Mrs Johnson said and the maid that wanted to dress her like a queen took Naomi to the room.Mrs Johnson had called the goons to coke to the house and deal with Naomi, Mrs Johnson was upset, Naomi was already dressed as a bride, the goons came into the house and Mrs Johnson had told them the room to go to, they went to room and they saw Naomi and cached, Mr and Mrs Johnson and Peter were happy, the groom was out and waiting for the bride, Naomi transform into a serpent and she went out from the cache and she smiles.“ Mrs Johnson thought that she can cache me” she said and she smiled, she came out as the bride, Mr and Mrs Johnson were surprised how she was able to escape.“ How was she able to escaped?” Mrs Johnson asked in anger.The priest announced Naomi Nat and Nay Johnson as husband and Wife, Naomi pour the portion she prepared for Mr Johnson inside the wine and the waiter served Mr Johnson, Naomi smiled.“ Let the game began now, I will make all of you suffer” she said and Jay came to her with a wine and he kissed her,Jay was in live with her but Naomi was not.“ I am happy that you are my wife now” he said and Naomi smiled, Mr Johnson drank the wine and after a while he ok the floor, Naomi saw him fell and she smiled.Naomi The blood was soaking through the denim covering my thigh, each step dragging the coarse material against the puncture wound as I tried to remember the last time I had a tetanus booster. The ragged edge of the scaffolding that had snagged me had been rusty as fuck, and I wasn’t excited about the prospect of Lockjaw. Though, objectively, that condition would make it a hell of a lot easier to keep my mouth shut around my coworkers. I let out a sigh, seeing their cars parked down the street, knowing I was going to catch endless shit about getting hurt on the job. As if they never got roughed up. But it was different to them. Because I was a woman. Gritting my teeth, I pulled open the door to the private investigation office I’d been stubbornly working at for years, despite the endless flack the men gave me as they tried to drive me out the door of my own accord since they never had a legitimate reason to fire me. The office looked different from the wrong side of morning.
Like the one he was shooting me right then. Dressed in his usual black jeans and a black button-up, he had a bit of a professional appearance. But the skin that peeked out from his clothes was covered in tattoos. Including the backs of his hands. One had a skull. The other had a bold “AC” inked into it. For the Jay Johnson.That he ran. After breaking away from a cartel he’d grown up in while America. He smelled good, too. Kinda spicy, but not overwhelmingly so. Maybe just soap. Or very lightly applied cologne. “Hey, mama,” he said, giving me that smirk I’d mentioned. Gaze moving down, I saw he’d brought one of his mutts with him. A was a big fan of dogs. Lots and lots of pitbulls. Which, objectively, were probably a good idea when you had a massive, sprawling property that you couldn’t have a guard on every inch of. “You can’t bring your dog in here,” I told him, bringing my attention back to my leg, ripping the material wider, since they were trash now anyway. I didn’t ev
What can I say? People tended not to like us snooping around in their business. We got scratched up a lot. “Come on, Mr. Johnson ,” Peter said, turning to lead him toward the back as I dropped back down at my desk. “Val, sit,” A said to the dog, dropping his leash and leaving the dog a few feet from my desk. “Stay,” he added, tone both commanding and kind somehow at the same time. When I glanced up, A was standing in front of my desk, his dark gaze on me. “The fuck you let them talk to you like that for, mama?” he asked, knocking his knuckles on my desk, then turning and swaggering away. Leaving me with my anger and embarrassment, and a dog that was looking at me from all of three feet away. “I don’t like dogs,” I told Val, whose tan ears perked up at being spoken to, but stayed put. “It’s nothing personal. I don’t really… get the whole… animal-loving thing,” I admitted. “Christ, I’m talking to a dog,” I mumbled to myself as I got some triple antibiotic on a q-tip and swiped it
Twenty minutes later, I’d drafted and email and sent the pictures to the wife of the CEO, a woman who didn’t need this level of stress when she was already trying to raise four kids on her own without a nanny because her husband claimed it was “her job.” But it was what her lawyer sister said she needed. Proof. Undeniable proof. Because he had the access to the money, which meant he would throw a lot of it toward fighting her about alimony and custody and even child support. Meanwhile, the woman had worked her ass off to support him when he was building his business. It was a case that would end up being pretty high profile, and I was going to pay attention to the progress, rooting for the scorned wife all the way. Then the door was opening, and the muffled male voices spilled out and filled the small room, making Val’s tail waggle furiously, but he stayed where he’d been told to as his owner approached. “We will get started on the case immediately,” Peter said, all ass-kissy whe
I didn’t like losing that kind of crazy on this side of the border, but if there was a situation going on down there, he was someone who was capable of… sending a message. There was no room for subtle when it came to cartel warfare. Shit was rough between syndicates. Literal gunfights in broad daylight in the streets. That had been the life I’d grown up in. And because there wasn’t a whole fuckuva lot of options to get out of the debilitating poverty I’d been born into, I’d gotten myself wrapped up in that world before I was even in middle school. That life makes you hard, and it does it fast. I hadn’t so much as blinked at the idea of torture since I got my twelve-year molars in. “I’ll get him the message,” Marco said, nodding. “You heading out?” he asked when I reached for my keys. Here is where never letting anyone close enough to you to truly know your tells came in handy. Because I had to lie right to his face. “Val’s gotta hit the vet. Got something going on with his sto
A take-no-prisoners, badass woman who never let anyone even look at her sideways… let her coworkers talk to her like absolute shit. The fuck was that about? I had no idea, and then I was being ushered into the back with the men while Naomi sat in the front, watching my dog like he was planning on charging her or something. I sat there, saying very little, as the Peter guy prattled on and on and fucking on about their experience andAnd, at the end of it, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t trust a damn one of them to handle my shit. Hope, though? With her biker daddy and her biker uncles and her aunts that did all sorts of illegal shit? She could be trusted. Besides, it was funny as fuck to watch those men’s faces fall when I demanded it be Hope. If there was one thing I’d learned in life, it was that it was satisfying as hell to take a person of power down a peg or two. With that, I walked out, a smile tugging at my lips as I walked Val down the street with me to order som
“Nah, man, he spent the morning cleaning up puke and shit,” Manny said, walking up behind Luis with an even more stacked plate. “I wouldn’t be hungry either.” Luis’s brows pinched as he glanced over toward where Val was sitting at the front window, watching the grounds, likely itching to get out there with his friends. But the dogs were on schedules. Some were in the house a good chunk of the day, but outside all night. Others had the opposite. I didn’t believe in having dogs living outside, not even for protection, but some of them—like Val—seemed to live for their guardMy gaze kept drifting toward the clock, watching the hours tick away, getting more and more concerned that I hadn’t heard from that PI place. Were they really going to shoot themselves in the foot by not letting Hope take on the case? I mean, they got paid whether she solved the fucking case or not. Though, yeah, I had no doubts that she was capable of sussing shit out. If for no other reason than spite. Spite
Nah, man, he spent the morning cleaning up puke and shit,” Manny said, walking up behind Luis with an even more stacked plate. “I wouldn’t be hungry either.” Luis’s brows pinched as he glanced over toward where Val was sitting at the front window, watching the grounds, likely itching to get out there with his friends. But the dogs were on schedules. Some were in the house a good chunk of the day, but outside all night. Others had the opposite. I didn’t believe in having dogs living outside, not even for protection, but some of them—like Val—seemed to live for their guardMy gaze kept drifting toward the clock, watching the hours tick away, getting more and more concerned that I hadn’t heard from that PI place. Were they really going to shoot themselves in the foot by not letting Hope take on the case? I mean, they got paid whether she solved the fucking case or not. Though, yeah, I had no doubts that she was capable of sussing shit out. If for no other reason than spite. Spite