It strongly pained Fron to do this, but he just could not help it. Next to him was the beautiful girl that made him into her regular client, and, he just had the urge to do it. They were at her house with no one home. On her bed with the door closed. His lips were pressed against hers, deeply kissing her as his hands moved up and down her sides.
“Fron,” Neferia said when she separated her lips from his. “Are you sure you want to do this again? I mean, last week we were almost caught. What if we do get caught?” From just smiled and pushed her hair back.
“Do not worry, my love.” He said while kissing her. “Nothing will happen.” and with that, he removed her shirt. She started breathing harder and harder as he moved from her lips to her neck.
“Be lucky that I do not have you pay for me.” She said as she started lifting his shirt. She was always fascinated by his mussels, loved the feel of them on her hands. Then, giving him what he wanted, she went down and undone his pants, pulling them down so he was only in his underwear. She could tell he was getting hard, and his was the only one she wanted. She went back up to kiss him, stroking his groin constantly. He started to moan. One of the things about her which made him drawn to her physically was her developed breasts. He went up and lightly pressed them together, removing her bra as they continued to kiss each other.
She looked at him as she went down to his groin. She pulled his pants down and started sucking him. All he could do was shudder and moan in pleasure. It was at that moment that he remembered why he loved sex: That feeling of pleasure that you can only get from it. To him, it was amazing.
“Well, well, well, sister. What do we have hear?” Ratliff's voice boomed across the room. Neferia screamed as she tumbled over, falling onto her back and crashed her head against the floor. Fron went and grabbed his cloths, hastily putting them on as he tried to leave.
“SNOOP!” Ratliff yelled. Snoop ran across the room to Fron, kicking him in the groin, forcing Fron to fall down in pain. Sitting on his chest, Snoop pulled out a needle, injecting it into Fron's neck. Fron's body shook as the contents of the needle rushed straight threw his system. After a few minutes, his entire body stopped moving completely. Snoop took his index and middle finger and tried to feel for a pulse. He felt nothing. Fron died instantly. Neferia saw the horror that her brother done and screamed on top of her lungs. Ratliff ran and cupped his hand over her mouth.
“So, you like being a dirty little slut?” He hissed harshly into her ear. “You like sucking guy's dicks and getting fucked nonstop?” She was shedding tears constantly, begging him not to hurt her. “Well bitch, her is the last thing you need to complete the transformation.” He jabbed her with a needle that Snoop had given him. She still screamed, but gradually decreased until she lost all control of her mussels and fell down. She was now a lifeless corpse. Ratliff successfully killed his sister. He knelt down beside her and check for a pulse. They were all silent for a few moments.
“They had it coming.” Ratliff said as he stood up. “I warned them that if they tried anymore of this shit, I was going to get them. But did they listen? No. I lost so much money because of this. And to think that I had to waste heroin on these fuckers is beyond me.”
“Dude,” Mychael said. “You killed your sister.”
“So?” Ratliff said it as if it was no big deal.
“Dude, you killed you sister! That shit is fucked up!” Mychael was starting to freak out. He never was part of a murder before. So, this was very strangely new to him.
“I take it that you were never part of a murder before, were you? Well, Mychael, welcome to the club! Sense I have been before in New York, let me explain how the rest of this shit will go down. You three put gloves on and put there cloths back on. Next things you do is rub the needles down good to smudge and to get rid of the finger prints that were left behind by us. Then put the needles into their hands and make sure that it looks like they overdosed on the drug. I will be going down stairs to call the police, telling them that I found my sister and her boyfriend dead.” Then he left and they took care of the job.
“Do you agree that this is fucked up?” Mychael asked Lee and Snoop. They both told him to shut up and get back to work. Mychael took care of Neferia, apologizing over and over again for their actions. Lee took care of Fron, his face not caring about the crime they had done. And Snoop took care of the needles, rubbing them down to smudge the finger prints. While they were doing their jobs, Ratliff was down satires.
Before he picked up the phone, he started to distraught his voice to make it sound like he was crying. When he felt the tears coming, he picked up the phone and called the police.
“9-1-1. What is your emergency?” The lady over the phone asked, obviously annoyed.
“Please, help.” Ratliff said threw tears “My sister and her boyfriend are dead.”
“Your sister and her boyfriend are dead?” She asked sounding incredulous.
“Yes! I went up into their room because I hear a odd noise. When I opened the door, I saw that they each had needles in their hands, bags with a white powder in them, matches, and two spoons that looked burnt. The were lying down not moving. When I checked to see if they were awake, I saw that they were not breathing. Please, can you send someone here right now?!” He started to sound frantic. He loved acting and this performance was his best.
"Yes sir. We are sending someone over there right now. They should be there in a few minutes." It was curious to Ratliff how the voice had the same monotone through out that entire conversation.
After a few minutes, their was a loud bang on the door. Tear filled eyed Ratliff opened the front door and saw two threatening looking police officers in the door way. They rushed inside, asking were the bedroom was. When they went in their, they only found the two bodies dead. Lee, Mychael, and Snoop had left the entire seen without anyone noticing. As Ratliff continued to play dumb about the entire act, he was thinking only of how much better his business would be now that he would not have to be wasting money on his that one whore and wasting drugs on silencing people.
After a few minutes of examining the crime scene and making sure that there was no foul play (the Trio done a good job of cleaning them self's up), the ambulances took the bodies to the nearest morgue and called the parents of Ratliff and Fron. When they arrived there, they would not at all prepared for the news that they had received. It took them all by shock with the mothers breaking down into tears and the fathers leaving the room. While checking the pockets of Fron, they (being the police) returned to Fron's parents his wallet and cellphone. Looking at the contacts, they found a long list of Fron's friends. Their names were: Vincent, Cyri, Ronnie, Job, Zat, Tad, Dumas, Jack, Jadis, Coraline, Joan, and Maxine. The first number they called was Vincent's. Sense the parents could not speak, they asked the police man to talk for them.
"Hello?" Chimed in Veronica's voice.
"Yes, hello, we are the Denver Police Department. Are you Vincent's mother?" The first thought that ran through Veronica's mind was: 'Oh, shit. What the fuck happened now?'
"Can I help you?"
"We were wondering if Vincent is at home, we were like to speak to him."
"At this moment he is not. Is he in trouble?"
"No," The police man's voice was beginning to get more gruff. "but, sense you are his mother, I am wondering if you can give him a message. Tell him that we regret to inform him, but his friend Fron Dunn has passed away. He died from a heroin overdoes. From our understanding, he was experimenting the drug with his girlfriend at her house."
"Oh, my God!" Veronica exclaimed. "Yes, I will tell him. Thank you." She hung up the phone about a few minutes before Vincent came home from the meeting with The Children Of Darkness.
"Hey mom. he said as he walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink. He needed something to calm his mind after the complete and utter failure of the meeting.
"Um, Vincent," Veronica called. "Can you meet me in your bedroom?" That question left Vincent's mind blank while he walked up the stairs. When he got to his bedroom, he found his mom on his bed with a very grim look on her face.
"Vincent, please sit down next to me." He looked at her as if she was odd.
"Okay, who died?" He asked sarcastically as he sat down.
"Fron Dunn." Vincent was taken aback, wishing he never asked that question. "Right before you came in, I got a phone call from the police informing me that he died from experimenting with heroin. Oh, Vincent. I am so sorry." She put her arms around him. After a few minutes, he tore apart the hug.
"Mom, please leave me alone." After she left, Vincent turned over on his bed and just screamed into his pillow before the tears started coming. On his mind was the feeling of someone taking part of him, and the fear that he would have to inform everyone about the death of their fallen friend.
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