I don't know what's real no more from them, they in disguise All my dad did was to love without condemnation, he wouldn't put any through pain, especially his brothers but it hurt the heart to feel hatred instead of love after all we've been together as ONE. Uncle randy being the eldest and yet the mischievous brother had quite a history and a bad reputation at that, he has been reported many times by different eye witnesses that were never opportune to see the next day after every trial. till the day he pleaded innocent and was released he had been the man in the black suit all times. A master to drug lords, a public human trafficker. How he manages to get back on his feet is quite a shock that no one has ever discovered. No evidence at the end of each tomb but death for anyone who vows to leak his secret, but it never bothered me so well till the day my father's hitman died a day to the trial date. He's the human devil unseen. But I'm quite the master he couldn't mess with,

It was a blissful perfect morning. I was Sliding through a short curve along the road as I continued jogging down the lonely estate with my music pod blasting in my ears. It was as early as 5:00 in the morning when I had left to burn up some accumulated calories and sugar that I had last night through late dinner. It was just like a normal routine to work out three times a week. Two hours lasted as I sprint through the neighboring basement, seeing a couple having their garden cleaned. There was lots of trimming work going on the plant flowers. Their furious-looking dog was taking its lesion moment on a cleared part of the garden, as saliva drips from its mouth, two seconds later, it began barking. "Shut up, bullet!." An older voice shunned, who I assumed to be the owner. The lady looked older than the man, likely in her late 40's. I waved at them but didn't stop till I got home. It was more of a greeting from strangers because we never get to roll well as compatriots.

(Latifa)Call him? Don't call him! Call him? Don't!Those were rent-free in my head and its repetition slavish. Dizziness flooded my sense of reasoning and as tipsy as I was, I was still concerned. My friend could laugh for all they care but I was enticed by my thoughts. Last night, I was not having it when I tried making out with a client for ease of mind's sake. I went to the very club where I had met Alastair for the first time to have a drink. On getting there I popped into a man who convinced me to keep my night warm. We had a couple of drinks, a few chops, pizza, and extra drinks. My friends and I were enjoying the whole company and at the same time, they were scared for me, they knew how captive I have been held by Alastair's love, and with the act, I was displaying right there, they were totally against it. They left with their sponsors for tonight leaving me with the least of them. I pulled up with him in a room he had paid for and let him kiss me all over my body, with his f