I’m obsessive when just one thought of you comes up

I’m aggressive just one thought of closing up

You got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue

‘Cause every moment gone you know I miss you

Just your presence and I second guess my sanity

Yes it’s a lesson, it’s unfair, and you stole my vanity

S.O.S please someone help me

It’s not healthy…for me to feel this way

This time please someone come and rescue me

~ Rihanna

S.O.S

Jacqueline was one of the most intriguing women that he had ever associated himself with. She was stubborn and feisty, which in every way turned him on.

After all, it would be completely foolish for him to ignore the fact that she was beautiful and would make one hell of a bed partner.

He was never the type of man that had a preference for curvy woman, but now he saw the beauty that curves enhance in a woman shape after meeting Jacqueline.

The pleasure of seeing her body filled out in the lingerie took all the control within him not to take her right there and then.

But patience was a virtue, so that meant he was going to have to wait a little longer when he decided to enjoy the unspoken secrets that Jacqueline held.

The thought that he would be the first and only man to explore every inch of her made the wait worth it.

 But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use his imagination; he imagined different scenarios of how he was going to take her.

He pictured different position that he would like to put her in or the sounds she was going to make while he pounded endlessly within her tight little body. 

He was very creative with how many ways to fuck her senseless. To feel her soft tone warm body against his with only bare skin and sweat mixing with his.

James could only rely on his thoughts until she got the picture that she belongs to him.

“James.”

James took a sip of his coffee as his turns his eyes on Ace.

“You have a meeting with Malcolm today,” James raised an eyebrow at Ace at hearing the name.

“So he sends his second in command, but not himself,” James said more to himself then to Ace as he thought about one person that he’ll love killing with his bare hands.

“What time will he be arriving?”

“In an hour,”

“Good,” he said as his thoughts went back to Jacqueline.

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Never underestimate your opponent, especially a woman who had a vendetta to be free. James shouldn’t have thought that Jacqueline would silently accept her new life.

For two weeks, she put up no complaint or struggle, she accepted everything that he gave her from picking out the lingerie he wanted her to wear, to eating her meals silently. She even held back when he said his little smartass remarks keeping her temper in check.

Despite what she went through, the past two weeks were looking up in her favor. James had finally decided to give her a pair of decent cloths to wear during the day and took the shackle off her leg. What made everything perfect was that James haven’t been working from home.

That didn’t mean that she was at home by herself-oh no James made sure that he left two of his men to guard her. And from what she gathers they weren’t serious about guarding her, so that only meant one thing today was the day that she was going to escape.

Placing the sandals on that James gave her for behaving she moved from the bed and looked out the window.

Discreetly she watched one of the guards outside in the back on patrol she didn’t have to worry about him.

The only person that she was going to have to worry about was the guard inside the house.

 Moving away from the window she walked towards the bed and unplugged the lamp that was on the nightstand. Wrapping the cord up she moved towards the dresser and pulled out the drawer causing a loud bang when it hit the floor.

She quickly move behind the door as she heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs.

Holding the lamp tight in her hands as she was willing herself to get prepared. The sound of someone running down the hallway towards her door was making her even antsy. The sound of the doorknob being turned made her grip on the lamb tighten and her breath hitched in her throat.

The door opened and before the man could say anything Jacqueline smashed it in the parses spot in the back of his head that caused him to stumble to the ground.

Without any hesitation she dropped the lamp and made a dash out of the room and down the hall. Running down the stairs she ran through the entryway towards the door. She could hear the guard that she knocked out stumbling and falling upstairs. Her heart begun to race as she quickly reached the front door unlocking it swinging the door open and she made a dash outside.

Jacqueline didn’t care about her actions at this moment; the only thing in her mind was to escape. Paying little to no attention, she had stepped carelessly on one of the sensors that was in the yard causing the alarm to going off.

The shrill obnoxious sounds of alarms going off rang through the area. There was no doubt in her mind that anyone within a mile could hear the warning rings.

It made her fearful and caused the determination to run faster than any track star during the Olympic games.

“Hey!!!”  She heard the scream from the other guard as he begun to run after her.

Jacqueline did not look back as she came once again to the gate and started to climb. This time she was able to swing her body over the gate jumping off it and landing on her butt. Quickly getting up, she begun to run she had no time to enjoy the fact that she had escaped.

When she was back into the city and near a phone then she would do all the celebrating that she wanted.

Yet she couldn’t help but to think to herself…

“You shouldn’t had underestimated me,”

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Malcolm Harries, at the sure age of twenty-nine became one of the youngest second in command in all the black mafia families.

His collective nature and brilliant way of thinking up strategies gave him the nickname of Brains in all of his boss plans.

 Despite his collective and cool nature, Malcolm could be ten times as ruthless and dangerous as James and his boss. But he simply chose other methods to get his point across instead of brute force only when necessary.

These were the qualities that James respected about Malcolm that every chance he got he gave him an offer for a place in his inner circle.

Unlike his boss who hated James and vice versa, Malcolm respect James for how he ran his crew and dealt with his business the total opposite to his boss. So he could see himself switching over to James side, but the fact of the matter he was the last few in his generation that held on to loyalty.

Stepping out of his black Mercedes Benz s550 looking down at his suit he dusted himself off and headed towards James office building. Stepping inside Ace was already there to greet him.

“Ace,” he nodded his head.

“Malcolm, follow me,” as the two men begin to walk towards the back of the building and headed up the stairs that lead to James office.

Walking through the hallway that held the way to James office; opening the doors Ace stepped aside-allowing Malcolm to walk in first.

“Malcolm,” James said as he nodded his head in Malcolm’s direction.

“James,” James said returning the jester

“Sit.”

 Malcolm took the seat in front of him.

“Thirsty? Coffee or water” Malcolm shook his head.

“Armani sends his regards for not being here today something came up so he sent me instead,” Malcolm choosing his words carefully.

His boss didn’t say these precise words it was more of; “Fuck that slanted eyed mother fucker I have better things to do then kiss his ass!”

James knew all too well that wasn’t true. He knew all too well that Armani would find any excuse as to never meet him on his turf.  And it was the same when it came to James on Armani turf.

Everyone knew that James and Armani hated each other with a deep passion. Armani hated the fact that James thought he was untouchable, while James hated everything about Armani and didn’t hide that fact to him.

“My regards,” it was stiff and Malcolm nodded his head as his hand went to the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out an orange envelope and set it on top of his desk.

“That doesn’t mean he didn’t forget to send the reason of this meeting,” he said.

James smirked at him as his index and middle finger pressed together signal Ace to grab the envelope as he moved to count it.

“Everything there’s,” he said more than a statement then question.

“Only a fool wouldn’t bring the correct amount to you,” Malcolm said relaxed in his seat.

James couldn’t help but to smirk at the comment if only he knew that two weeks before he wouldn’t believe it until then.

“Word on the street, Katherine tried to screw you out of some money and you took everything from her even her daughter,”

James could see Ace tense up, while he looked at Malcolm as he grabbed his coffee and took a sip of it as a smirk came to his lips.

“Then again that’s your business James,”

James nodded head.

“But if it is true… Underwood wanted me to relay this message to you, “

“And what is Underwood message?”  James respected the old boss but his words held no authority over any decision he made.

“As you know, Underwood held a long standing friendship with Michael Reed and his putting it on record whatever your dealings you had or have with Katherine is your business and he won’t step in them. Now, when it’s coming to her daughter…well he made it clear that you are to treat her with all the respect and dignity that’s owed to her.”

“Underwood shouldn’t worry,” Malcolm nodded his head as he stood up and head out till James stopped him.

“Is there still anyway I can persuade you to work for me…I need men like you that I can trust.”

A smirk came to him; of course James couldn’t end the meeting without asking that question turning around to see the men looking at him intently.

“Your allegiance with Armani is very thin and you will be highly appreciated in my organization.”

“I know but my allegiance is not only with Armani if it was I wouldn’t have any problem joining your organization.”

“Understand, but remember the offer still stands,”

“I’ll remember it,” he said as he nodded his head then walked out.

James thoughts were centered on what Malcolm said about Underwood knowing about him having Jacqueline. It just made him take extra precautions to keep his dealings with her quiet. He didn’t need the other bosses in his business minding business that isn’t his.

“James,” he left his musing as he looked at Ace.

“Yes,” he took a sip of his coffee.

“Jacqueline escaped from the house,” he said cutting to the chase.

James nearly choked on his coffee catching himself; he looked up at Ace as if he had two heads.

“How?”

“She hit one of the guards on duty in the head and ran out the house as she was running she must have set the alarm off. One of the boys saw her and went after her. They’re looking for her now.”

“Round some of the men and have them search the area she can’t get too far.”

Ace nodded his head and proceed to do as James orders walking towards the door when James stopped him.

“When you get her toss her ass in the room,” Ace nodded his head as he walked out the door.

As Ace closed the doors the sounds of glass smashing against the wall was all he needed to know, he couldn’t help but to shake his head at the poor girl. He hoped she was far enough for them to not find her

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Jacqueline was absolutely positively completely lost. When she was finally on the other side of the gate the sounds of the gate being opened could be heard behind her.

The next thing she knew she started to run faster down the drive way she heard a distance sound of a car and she ran towards the forest to hide herself from her capturers and make it easy for her to travel till she was somewhere safe.

That had been five hours ago, now she was exhausted and hungry, the deplorable pain from her feet was beseeching her to stop and allow them to rest.

But she couldn’t, she needed to continue to move, because she knew all too well when she set down for a minute she wouldn’t be able to get back up.

Yes she was tired, but the fact that she was finally free was all she cared about. Plus she didn’t like how quiet the forest was only creeping her out even more as horror movie scenarios kept popping up in her mind.

A black girl in the woods was not a good look at all for her.

There will be plenty of times for her to rest but first she needed to find a telephone to get away from enemy territory to feel secure.

Looking up in the sky, she could see that the sun was setting and that evening was going to come very quick. She needed to get out of this forest first before there was no light for her to use.

Walking she noticed that the trees weren’t dense as they were she could feel her heart jump at the thought that maybe there was a clearing next to a road.

Urging her body on northward she moved at a steady pace the sound of her heart picking ever so slight at the hope that she might be saved. This was making the pain bearable.

As she walked the trees became less dense and the more that she could see she couldn’t help but feel even more antsy.

Moving closer there before, she could see the outline of a cement road with dark yellow lines separating the lanes.

 If she wasn’t so tired and paranoid at this moment she would have stopped and started crying and dancing. But right now, she needs to move her ass and get towards the road and hitchhike back into the city.

Using the last of her strength she ran out of the clearing when she found herself on the road. There were no cars anywhere but she didn’t care she was one step closer to freedom.

Looking back and forth to notice a car she didn’t see one moving to the side of the road she noticed a fallen log.

“Thank god,” she said as she walked over to it, she slumped down on top of it thanking god for giving her the strength to make it this far.

It could have been a few minutes or hours when Jacqueline could hear the sound of a car coming. Jumping off the log she noticed a black Cadillac ATS driving down the road.

Moving closer to the road she waved the car down.

“Stop! Please stop please!” she scream the feeling of warm tears in her eyes burning a trail down her face as the car slowed down and stopped.

“Thank you so much- I owe you big time for this- I’ve been held capture for three weeks by this crazy ass guy,” she said as she ran to the tinted passenger window.

“I just need to get to the city and call the police-“she stopped at midsentence when the window went down.

She could feel a cold shiver run down her spine as she looked into the eyes of the Devil himself.

“Now Jacqueline, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to approach a stranger’s car?”

Jacqueline did the only sane thing; she screamed a high-pitched scream as she turned around to run back into the forest.

 Before one-foot move she could feel herself being held turning around to face her assailant. It was Ace who held her in place before she could fight back a sharp pain near her neck and then there was darkness.

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James looked at the slumped body of Jacqueline as Ace carried her body one of his men open the door as Ace placed her body in the backseat.

Closing the door behind him he moved to the passenger seat closing the door, James drove off.

“I want those fools punished for allowing her to escape, leave a reminder for them that if they fuck up a second time lights out,” Ace nodded his head he looked behind him at the girl in the back.

“What are you going to do with her?”

James looked at his mirror as it reflected the girl in the back, the coldness in his eyes as he threw a glare at her.

“She’s going to face reality,”

Ace looked at him and sighed he knew all too well what that meant. His eyes turned back to Jacqueline sleeping form.

She was going to need all the rest for the weeks that was going to come.