Oleander had been dropped off, by Arty, like she often was on the corner of Helm and Lux. She’d already blown two guys and fucked another, in the forty-five minuets she’d been hooking on the street corner. She’d made well over six hundred dollars. She wasn’t cheap, Arty made she to remind her to charge twice what the normal girls on this particular street corner charged. Despite Arty selling her off like she was more of an object then a human, he had the decency about him to tell her that she was worth way more money then the rest of the girls. She was beautiful, she looked like she’d had a rough life sure, but not like she should be standing out on of the worst street corners in Harlem.
The men paid too, mostly because when Andie fucked them she wasn’t pretending to enjoy it for a quick buck, she actually enjoyed it more then she probably should. She was addicted to sex, it didn’t matter who it was with, just that she was being touched in all the right places. She adjusted one of her black velvet thigh high boots, her switch blade that she always had on her was positioned between her teeth. The lights of the old movie theater turned women’s shelter flicked on behind her illuminating the street corner in neon reds and purples as the sky grew darker. She stood straight up once more, running her fingers through her long blue hair.
She hadn’t touched her hair since she’d left for prison. She’d shaved it just before her and Leona’s trial ended, she knew if she had long hair going in it would have been a target of the women. She’d let it grow out since then and it was not the longest it had ever been, reaching her lower back. She pulled her switch blade from between her teeth and habitually started to flip it out and then back in over and over again as she lend against the wall, waiting for the next car to roll up. Her white fur coat hung from her inner elbows. Her black cut off top and short ripped jean shorts, left little to the imagination.
She raised a brow when the next car to pull up was Arty’s familiar, candy apple red convertible Cadillac. There was no way her time was up. She pushed off the wall lazily making her way over to the car, her heels clicking along the dirty pavement. She lent down, resting the palms of her hands against the passenger door.
“Yes daddy?” she practically purred in a voice that would make any normal man squirm. A crooked grin came to Arty’s lips. Andie held his brilliant sapphire eyes with her own green-yellow ones, waiting for his orders.
“Come on princess, we got to pick up your sister.” He said and Andie didn’t have to be told twice as she opened the door to the car and climbed in. She was compliant for the most part, unless you gave her a reason not to be. She lend in and Arty kissed her lips, when he pulled away he pulled the cigarette from behind his ear. He lit it taking a drag before passing it to her as he pulled off the curb in the direction of the corner that Leon always dominated.
He turned up the music in the car, letting it blare from his speakers as they cruised down the dangerous streets of Harlem. If Oley was being completely honest, she didn’t hate her life. In fact, for the most part she felt empowered and free, Arty was only really ever awful when he was too high or she gave him a reason to be a tyrant. They pulled up to the street corner, Leon was nowhere in sight which meant she was more or less out with a client. They waited curb side for Leo to finish. She blew Arty with no shame, despite the convertible being down and people walking by. She was probably a little too shameless, when he finished, he came in her mouth and she had no problem swallowing, he rewarded her with a decent sized bump of coke.
Finally, Leo pulled up hopping in the back seat. Andie sat up on her knees as she lend over the front seat pulling Leo close and kissing her hard, like she often did, before turning back around and planting her ass back in her seat.
“I got a job.” Arty started as he took the on ramp onto the freeway towards New York City. Andie raised a brow but didn’t interrupt as she lit herself a joint, taking a long drag off of it. “We’re going to work over those Ramsey brother’s.” He said like they were simply going to shoplift at a liquor store and not fuck over one of the most prolific political families in the US. “What do you say? Three-way split.” He offered which was being extremely generous for Arty. Andie let out a heavy plume of smoke as she passed the joint to Leo over her shoulder.
“I call the older one.” Andie said simply, a wicked smirk on her lips. The Ramsey brother were without a doubt two of the most handsome men she’d ever encountered. She’d tried to seduce the younger Ramsey once during their trial when they’d been alone and he’d been asking her what had happened that night she’d murder her foster parents for the hundredth time. He hadn’t gone for it though, he’d demanded her to stop fucking around unless she wanted to spend the rest of her life in prison, which is precisely why she’d rather deal with Sebastian Ramsey.
Orson was the definition of a dangerous predator. His behaviors were borderline psychopathic. These deranged, sadist behaviors were kept hidden from everyone, including his brother who he’d always been extremely close to. Not only did no one know about this side of Orson, but it didn’t help that he was money inclined and could bury his nightmarish tendencies under piles of cash. As of late, his recent obsession came in the form of terrorizing young girls. He’d lure them back to his luxuries hotel room and once the door was closed, whatever girl he’d trapped would wish she’d never left with him.
He didn’t’ know this girls name, he rarely cared enough to learn their names. He was a regular Jeffery Dahmer when it came to the names of his victims. He’d tied the red head up, she’d thought it was just a kinky game at first, until he’d started taking pictures. Demanding she door lewd acts to him and herself. He’d brought out an array of dark sex toy from leather whips to razor imbedded handcuffs. She’d begged him to stop, that only made him want to push her further. Eventually when he was finished it was closing in on the twilight hours of the morning. He’d thrown down a stack of money, enough to make her promise to keep her mouth shut. He further threatened her like he often did, that if she didn’t he’d kill her. However, the money was all it took to shut up most the girls he tormented.
The amount of money he threw down next to her was almost worth the permanent damage to your psyche. He ran his blood-stained hands through his hair. Typically, he wasn’t one to stop unless he drew a grotesque amount of blood. He had always had a sick fascination with blood. He pulled his black suite jacket over his blood spotted arms, not bothering to wash up.
“You should be out by morning.” He said simply before slipping out of the hotel room without another word. The room he’d been occupying with the girl was his private room. It was never rented out and the hotel staff that cleaned it along with the hotel their selfies, were paid off to keep their mouths shut about what happened in that room.
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At home he’d slipped into bed with Jun and she hadn’t fought him when he fucked her awake from a dead sleep, without so much as washing the dried blood from his skin. Jun knew better then to ask. He slipped into the bathroom to finally shower had Jun had joined him once more for another round. He was running off of no sleep. He was an insomniac, who rarely slept and ran heavily off of cocaine and caffeine.
Once they were finished, they’d slipped into the kitchen and Jun started breakfast. He was scary good at going from his predatory nightlife to switching over to a normal boring lawyer life. He sipped his coffee as he glanced over the newspaper. The Babyfaced Killers were still making front page, he was damn proud of that case. Him and Sebastian had been ridiculously successful with the case of the two foster sister, who’d murdered their foster parents. Before him and his brother had stepped in and taken over the case, the death penalty had been on the table for at least Oleander. It was easy to pass off what Leona had done as simply self-defense considering the state they’d found Leona in as well as where they’d found her foster father’s body.
For Oleander her motive was harder to find and it was clear she’d done it to take care of witnesses. He was glad they’d been released. Which reminded him they needed to come in to the firm and sign some final papers. He texted his brother as a quick reminder that they should probably set that up. He’d received a text back almost instantly, Sebastian had already set the appointment up.
“Orie…” Jun breathed that awful fucking nickname, her Chinese accent thick. His dangerous gaze glanced up over the top of his newspaper there was a warning in his eyes that told her not to press him. He already knew where the conversation was headed before it started. “It’s not fair.” She wined. “You won’t even-“
“I told you not to bring that shit up.” Orson hissed, his jaw clenching as he stood up. “We’re not having kids Jun, stop begging. It makes you desperate and you know how I feel about desperate ass bitches.” He growled grabbing his navy-blue suite jacket and pulling it one.
“Where are you going?” She demanded, getting increasingly emotional and he rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be at the office for another two hours.” She said walking towards him and he took a step back when she reached out for him.
“I’d rather be at the office then here with you.” He said darkly, the pain on her face was clear, but he didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he smirked at the way his words had hurt her. She turned away from him like she couldn’t stand to see his cruel smirk. He grabbed her face roughly, pressing his lips demandingly against hers, she tried pulling away, but it was not use he was far to strong.
He pulled away then, slipping out o their luxuries Manhattan mansion. He slipped into his black ranger rover heading towards the office. He spent most of the day in his office, doing paper work and reviewing cases like he often did. He’d only gotten distracted once when he’d fucked one of their four absurdly gorgeous secretaries. It was going to be a late night, their last appointment of the night would be Leona and Oleander, who were supposedly on their way according to the message Arty, their boyfriend, had left with one of the secretaries. He wasn’t entirely sure how their relationship with Arty worked and he really didn’t care. He only knew, because it was protocol to keep track of your client while they were incarcerated and after their released. Him and Sebby just hadn’t been able to meet with them until now.