De'Mario's POV:

I walked into Dr.Kareem's office and sat down on the couch as usual. Her chair was facing the wall and I couldn't see her face, so I'm not sure If she heard me come in. Today is supposed to the day that we make "Real Progress" and I want to know what she has to offer because I'm not taking that damn medicine and the shit that's been going on lately might put me in a mental home. No body believes a word you say unless they seen it for themselves, unfortunately for me, whoever it is following me don't want anyone know. Therefore, I'm walking on thin ice.

Dr Kareem: "Hello, Mr.Smith." She said seductively as she turned around and looked me up and down.

Shes still wear her over coat that women wear over their dresses and I assume she's cold. But she's still making me uncomfortable as she undresses me with her beautiful dark brown eyes and pink luscious lips. She ain't got nothing on Shawny but she bad sad If you asked me. I tried not to make eye contact but she smirked and stood up really slowly. She walked towards me with tall white heels that match her pedicured feet. Her long legs just turned me on as she went to go lock the door to the office.

Me: "Umm, you okay Doc?" I asked as I took a deep breath.

Dr.Kareem: "Yes, I'm just fine." She smiled began rubbing my chest from behind like Shawny would. I pulled her hands off of me as the picture of Shawny popped up in my head. "Just let it go." She tugged at my ear with her teeth that caused me to get the chills. She walked around the couch and stood imprint of me. "Mind If I take off my coach, it's kinda hot,"

Me: "Nah, go ahead. It is hot. It's like 90° outside. What made you put on a coat today." My question was answered the moment she dropped that coat to the ground. My eyes were in heaven but heart was on it's way to jail. Shawny If you're watching this, please forgive me for I am about to sin. Dr.Kareem has a banging ass body and that push up bra and thong was doing her justice. I licked my lips as she smirked and began to give me a lap dance.

Dr.Kareem: "It's all yours, don't be scared to touch it." She said bending over in that thong infront of me. I wanted to touch it and was about to until I shook my head and realized what I was doing.

Me: "Nah, man." I declined.

Dr.Kareem: "Come on, Papi." She begged while kissing on my neck. "No one has to know." She started to unzip my zipper on my pants.

Me: "I can't do this, it ain't right." I said moving my hand but she wouldn't stop.

Dr.Kareem: "Sometimes you have to do wrong to feel right." She whispered and continued to tug at my zipper.

Me: "No, get the fuck off of me!" I pushed her onto the floor. "What part of that do you not understand?" I shouted and furrowed my eyebrows. Man these hoes come in disguise. Her face turned red and I wanted to laugh in her face but I didn't. I just got smacked back into reality. All this time, I ain't fucking crazy. She just been trying to spend time with me and thought she was finna get the D. "I think I've been cured." I smirked. "If you was a fan, why didn't you say so?"

Dr.Kareem: "Because, I didn't want you to reject me because Im your doctor." She said sadly.

Me: "There was nothing ever wrong with me, was it?" I asked.

Dr.Kareem: "No," she dropped her head.

Me: "So I was finna take them pills for no reason?" I asked.

Dr.Kareem: "Well, you are depressed and that was actual meds that I prescribed and you should be taking but the rest were just placebos." She admitted.

Me: "Ain't that some shit? You been trying that hard and wasting 3 years of my life to have me in your presence once a week?" I furrowed my eyes.

Dr.Kareem: "What can I say? I'm a die hard fan." She shrugged with a slight smile.

Me: "I see," I chuckled.

Dr.Kareem: "I'm sorry, this is really out of my character. Since you've been celibate for five years, I thought maybe a little pleasure would cheer you up and maybe I could get you to being normal again." She put her coat back on and sat in the chair crossing her legs.

Me: "Ma, you ain't gotta throw yourself at me to get my attention. Honestly, you're very attractive and I appreciate your effort but no Thank you. I plan on remaining celibate until I feel like I'm in love with another woman. Which I don't think is going to happen anytime soon. I'm focused on my career and my kids right now, so I don't have time to be bullshitting." I said.

Dr.Kareem: "Well, I completely respect and understand that. I apologize for my inappropriate episode just a moment ago but I wish there was a way that maybe I can get to know you outside of the office. You know, I get that you're still struggling with the death of a loved one and I would like to get your mind off things. No sex, no kissing, no touching, no cuddling Ill give you your personal space." She smiled.

Me: "I'll think about it, Doc." I chuckled. I like her determination.

Dr.Kareem: "Please, call me Raquel." She smiled widely.

Me: "Beautiful name, Raquel. Call me D." I licked my lips unintentionally and made her blush. For the first time in three years, I feel a connection between us. I pulled out my phone and began to make a daring decision. "Whats your number Raquel?"

Raquel: "I gave it to you about a million times D." She giggled. "Its okay, I know you never saved it when I gave it to you."

Me: "My bad," I laughed a little. "Here, put it in. Gimme your phone."

Raquel: "Okay." We traded phones and exchanged numbers.

She saved her name in my phone as A.S.A.P. Raquii and I saved mine as. O.G.D.Smith of course. I had to get gangster on her. When she seen it, she looked nervous and I smirked because I was expecting that reaction. Everyone who reads that automatically knows I'm a killer and will kill you If you cross me. I tend to show everyone who I am in a secret way before we get too close so that they know not to fuck with me. She on the other hand, can get hurt If she decides to play me. I gotta keep my guard up at all times. I may like her but a nigga got real trust issues. Before I knew, my therapy session was over and I was into a good conversation with her.

Me: "So, I guess I'll see you next week." I chuckled.

Raquel: "Yes, If you like, you could give me a call or shoot me a text." She smiled.

Me: "Oh yeah," I laughed. "Ill call you" I smiled and stood up.

Raquel: "I'll be waiting." She blushed. We went our separate ways and I left with a smile on my face for the first time.

Raquel's POV:

After De'Mario left, I pulled out my phone and called Loco. He answered the phone on the second ring.

Loco: "Diga?" He answered.

Me: "Tell boss, I'm in." I said. "But we gotta be careful, he's a killer."

Loco: "So? That puto don't know nothing about killing." He insulted.

Me: "I'm just telling you, we're in for a fight If the plan doesn't work." I said.

Loco: "I kill motha fuckers for fun. He betta bring a whole army cause once we get ahold of his precious little girl, the games are going to get fun." She chuckled evily.

Me: "Boss didn't say we were going to hurt the kids." I said in a worried tone.

Loco: "Duh, your job is to keep him out of our way. Why else would we need you? That little bitch is going to pay for her father's sins." He laughed.

Me: "You guys are sick." I insulted.

Loco:"Where do you think you came from?" He smirked. "Tu padres sold you to us. Did you really think you were anything important?" He laughed. "The Cartel owns you bitch." He hung up.

I sat down in a chair and let the tears I've been holding in all my life roll down my cheeks and really tell my story. I've been faking a lifestyle and living under the Cartel has made me a confused woman. I'm not even sure If I'm a woman. I'm treated like their property. I have been used and abused by them all my life and I can't even run away because they're everywhere. They know everything about me and can control me like I have a remote that comes with me. When I was the age of De'Mario's oldest daughter, I was forced into this life and given a tattoo on my back that marks me as Cartel property. They can do whatever they want to you once you're marked.

Like they say, blood in, blood out. Every Cartel woman is disguised so they won't bring suspicion to the society. Plus, they use the women as Decoys to lure their prey sometimes. Especially in America, they can't just slaughter someone out in the open, so they do It secretly and they are very sacred and patient. When a young woman is 14-16 years old, they're marked and prepared for their hard work. From 17-19 they're either killed or put into disguise like me. The women they kidnap for various reasons and are older than that, they keep them in the basement until they rot to death or their debts or paid. I now have set up a man that I honestly do like and have no choice but to do as I was order or I will be beheaded and dismembered. This is the hardest thing I would ever have to do.

Jordyn's POV:

I rushed back to my boyfriend Nico's room from the bathroom with a nervous heart. I just accidentally over heard his father Loco talking on the phone. I'm not sure If I heard correctly but I heard them say something about the Cartel. I'm scared of them. I've seen videos of them and they're really crazy. I heard they don't treat girls too well either. Nico seems like the type of guy who would be in the Cartel too.

Nico and I have been dating for three months now and I'm tired of it. I try to satisfy him, but I can't. At first, he was all sweet and nice but one he said he loved me, he changed. I mean he changed completely. He started beating me and forcing me to do things I didn't want. I ended up pregnant and he kicked it out of me. I couldn't breathe right for a few days but recovered. My dance coach became suspicious so I had to sit out for a few weeks. Terrence was starting to notice and Nico didn't like that at all. So, he made me lie to my mom on Tee to get him out of the picture.

I want to tell my everyone the truth and that I'm sorry but Nico said he'd kill me If I told a soul. I cry myself to sleep most nights because I feel so trapped. Today he made me skip school so that I can get a tattoo. I told him I didn't want one but I really didn't have a choice anyway. So that's what I'm here for right now. I don't know what I've gotten my self into but I need help and I need it now. I'm crying for help but to others it looks like an evil grin. I'm suffering and can't find a way out.
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