Warning!!!* This book contains violence, graphic themes, strong language, sexual content, sensitive subjects, and other mature matters. Please read at your own risk! Enjoy!

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"Jason I said we have to go now, man!" His dumb *** voice, shouts at me. "NO, **** YOU!!" I scream at my asshole of a brother, while walking closer to the front door. "Look, I'm not going to tell your *** again. We have to make this hit now." Alex loudly, yelled back at me.

"NO! I'm not fucking going, she's about to get out of school, in about thirty minutes." I shout even louder. Little by little, getting really pissed off by his presence.

"I said we are leaving Jason, and that's final! I'm not going to tell you your *** again." He slammed his fist on top of the wood railing, of the staircase.

"Look bro I don't want to get angry, so just get the hell out my face." I spat, shooting him the dirtiest look I could muster, on my already mean looking face.

"You know what? Screw this shit, we're leaving whether you come or not. Come on guys, let's head out... we got about ten minutes, to head over to the bank." Alex calls from the bottom of the staircase, looking at his watch impatiently.

He's such a fucking girl, at times. All this bitching and complaining, is not okay for me. He knows every day- except for Tuesdays, I wait for her to get out of school. That's at two thirty. She's so beautiful, so innocent, and she means everything to me. Her name is Malarie Jane Dawson... and she is all mine. I love everything about her. I just need her to love me, as much as I love her. I will not stop at nothing, until she does.

I watch her every move.

I see her every move.

I want her.

I need her.

I'm going to have her.

I will have her

My name is Jason McCann and I am obsessed with her.

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Malarie's POV

"Oh for the love of popsicle sticks hurry up and take the picture." I groan tiredly, waiting for my mom to take her dozen picture. "Okay honey, I'm trying to hurry. Don't be rude." My mom says, giving me that stern mom look- as well as chuckling to herself.

"Well you're going way too slow for my liking... you have crazy butterfingers." I giggled. "Can you blame me? I'm all shaky, because my baby is officially a senior today!" She exclaims through tear filled eyes.

"Oh mom don't cry you're going to make me cry. And plus I'm not you're only child. You have Greg, Jessa, Jaden, Emmy, and Albert." I quickly give her a hug, kissing her cheek.

You see my mom is what you call "very emotional". I don't mind her being this way, it just makes it harder to tell her things. You don't know whether she'll be crying, or going off on you. She's not my real mom, but that doesn't matter, because I love her so very much. She's been the greatest savior, I have ever come to meet. She's truly what I call... a blessing!

Twelve years ago, when my sister Jessa and I were younger, we had gotten into a bad car accident. Along with our real parents. They died on impact, leaving us both in serious conditions, and orphaned. I was just five and Jessa was just eight. We didn't know, if we were going to ever see each other again. We both were on life support, fighting for our lives. For a whole eighteen days. When the hospital finally released us, we had to wait three months to get adopted. By the most wonderful couple ever! The legal portion of being adopted, was even longer. Jessa and I wanted to go home with them so badly, we practically begged on our knees. It was such a tedious process, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

My adoptive parents are, William and Nia Banks. They have three children of their own, and three adopted children. The adoptees consist of my sister Jessa, a little baby boy named Albert, and of course me. They treat us no different from their own children- we all are family. Both of my parents are African American, while me and Jessa are Caucasian. We don't see a problem with that, our love is more important than skin tone. Albert on the other hand is biracial- he is mixed with both Caucasian and African American. At the end of the day they are our parents. And I thank God every day, for choosing them for us.

"But you are my survivor, my special girl. You know I worry about your asthma- how you can have an attack, all because of a little stress. Or your allergies- oh my goodness your allergies. And your vitamins... you need those love." My mom rambles off, getting all worried and worked up.

"Mommy look at me." Chuckling, I grabbed her face. "I will be just fine. I have my inhaler in my backpack, and my EpiPen as well." I assure her, while rubbing her back. "Are you sure baby? Are you positive?" She look into my eyes, worriedly.

"Mom I couldn't be more sure. I love you, and I'm thankful that you care about me. You are truly an angel sent from above." Nothing but honesty laced my words. I love this woman with all my heart. "Alright then baby, get your brother and sister, so we all can take a picture." She exclaims, smiling oh so very widely.

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"You two have a good day, I love you... see you after school." Mama calls out to my brother, and I. "Love you too, bye." My brother Jaden and I, jumped out the car. About to walk away... but mom stops us.

"You two better get your narrow behinds back here, and give your mama a kiss goodbye." Mom sternly says cutting off the car engine, waiting patiently.

"Aw ma come on, people are going to see." Jaden whined, walking backwards to the car. "Boy I birth you, you better get over here and give me some love."

"I will give you a kiss mama." I happily walked over to the drivers side of the car. "I love you mom, see you after school." I give my mom a big kiss on the cheek, making a "muah" sound. I even went the extra mile, by hugging her tightly. Through the window.

"Oh Mal, you always got to be a suck up. I love you mama, see you after school." Jaden chuckles, kissing our mom on the cheek as well.

"Bye bye Jadey... Malawiee." Albert yelled from the backseat. "Bye y'all, see you in a little bit." Emmy adds, putting up a deuces sign with her fingers.

"Bye baby Albert, Emmy." I called out, waving to them both. "Yeah, see you guys later." Jaden adjusted his hat on his head.

With that, my mom started the car again, finally driving off to take Emmy to school. Man, I just adore my family so much. I feel as if I was given a new family as a second chance- a chance to be happy again. I would never in a million years, forget my real mom and dad. I just know that they wouldn't want, Jessa and I to live life being sad or depressed. Trust me, it wasn't easy. I took everything that happened, worse than my sister.

That girl is so strong, I just don't know how she does it. I have always looked up to her as my role model. We have always been super close. She's basically my best friend. Although, I hate how she's away at college now. But I'm so proud of her. She'd gotten into her first choice, school. Arizona State. My older brother, Greg is in the military.

Greg is twenty two, Jessa is twenty, I'm seventeen, Jaden is fifteen, Emmy is thirteen, and precious baby Albert is two. It's funny, because my parents had told us that they were only planning to have one child. Then they had two, and adopted three more.

"Mal?" Jaden calls my name, snapping me out my little trance. "Hmm."

"You good? You look um, a little out of it." He asks, coming closer to me. "Jaden, my favorite little brother. I am fine." Smirking, I put my arm around his shoulder. Or so I tried.

"Alright, well let's go inside." He chuckles, at my struggling to put my hand over his shoulder. "Damn sis, you getting small... I'm catching up." He pats my head, messing up my nicely brushed hair. "I know, you're on some type of growth spurt." I fake a gasp, giggling goofily.

My brother is funny! He's the one I talk to, most of the time at home. Well... apart from the rest of the family. It's funny, how he more like a friend to me. When my dad, and older brother Greg are overprotective of my sisters and I. But I don't let that fool me. Even though Jaden's younger than me, he's still protecting too. I don't mind that- I am the exact same way. Especially, when it comes to my family. Finally reaching the front doors of the school, we walk in together. Getting ready to part our ways.

"So I will see you after school... if I don't see you at lunch, or nutrition." I say to Jaden, hoping we see each other. "Okay, fosho." He replies, popping his collar. Which only made me roll my eyes, hugging him bye.

I headed to my all too familiar locker- the one I had for almost four years now. I dug in my backpack, pulling out my schedule that I had gotten at senior orientation. That was about a week ago. I read over my schedule for the umpteenth time, seeing which class I had up first.

"Hmm I almost forgot I have Algebra II. I should've taken it earlier, instead of taking Calculus and Statistics. I speak to myself, looking over my schedule. "If it isn't the one and only Malarie Jane Dawson." An all too familiar voice, rang out. Instantly, making me turn around smiling. "Oh hey my best friend Cierra! How are you, girlfriend?" I raise my eyebrow, questioningly. Not being able to contain my giggles.

"I'm doing fine, pretty lady. How are you?" She did a cute little twirl. Soon, leaning up against a locker next to mine. "Why thank you my dearest friend. I am doing beautifully well, darling." Speaking in a horrible English accent, I lean against my locker too. "So how was your summer chica?" She asks, all while putting on her bright red lipstick.

Cierra is a beautiful Latina girl, with nicely shaped curves. I'm a bit jealous. Her booty is literally my obsession- it's plump, and looks absolutely amazing in jeans. She has long wavy, charcoal black hair, which she hates being the color brown. So she dyes it, instead of showing her natural color. I hate that she doesn't embrace her naturalness, but I can't blame her insecurities.

Jason's POV

One Week Later: Saturday

"You remember who's coming to pay us a visit today, right?" Alex asks me while stuffing toast, and other food items into his mouth. I nod eating my eggs. "Okay just making sure bro, you know it's your turn to interrogate." Swallowing my food, I nod once more.

"Around what time is he supposed to be here?" Questioning my brother, I take a sip of my orange juice. "That ***, should had been here alre-" Alex was then interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

"Well I guess that's him then, huh?" Smirking wickedly, I guzzle the last of my orange juice. "Oh, what a lovely surprise. Come on in Mr. Santiago- take a seat. Are you hungry? We have food." Alex fakes politeness, trying to butter up our guest.

"Jason, you know what to do. Handle our business... you know where to find me, when you're done. Good day Mr. Santiago, sir." My brother tipped his hat, walking out the room.

I cut right to the chase. Not wanting to waste another minute, of this guy staring at me nervously. They always have that same scared expression, when they're being questioned about our goods and products.

"You got our money?" I put my elbows on table, staring back at the terrified man. "H-hey Jason. How are you buddy?" The stammer in his voice, made me chuckle... darkly.

"Don't Jason me- I said, do you have our money?" I ask already getting pissed off. "Yeah, I do b-but not all of it yet." He stutters nervously. Whelp.

"Not all of it yet, eh? Well that's not all of the fucking money." I stay deadly calm, cracking my knuckles one by one. "J-Jason... I swear I'll have it all by next week." His hands began to shake uncontrollably. Ah, the ability I have on people.

"I just fucking said, don't Jason me! Now I'm going to ask you one more time, where in the hell is the money Romero?" I probe once again, leaning closer to the table.

"Okay, okay, I uh- I spent it all on cocaine and heroin. I just had to get me some man, I didn't mean to spend your money." Romero rambled on, nervously looking my way.

I let out a dark chuckle, shaking my head at him. "Oh, Romero, Romero, Romero... you my friend are in deep shit. I hope you understand that I do mean to kill you." Raising my voice to the next octave. I glare back at him, with the most disgust I had in my body.

"P-please Ja- I mean Mr. McCann, I'll do all I can do to get your money back. I'll work it all off... if I have to. But please don't kill me, man. I h-have a family... a wife, and a son." His pleads mean shit to me. I shake my head with no sign of sympathy.

"I don't give one flying ****! You are a dead man! Malcolm, give me the gun now!" I furiously yell, nothing but anger radiating off of me.

Malcom handed me the gun. Before Romero could protest again, I shot three bullets into his skull. All of them, aimed in between his eyes. His blood splattered everywhere. That's what the bastard gets, for messing around with our money.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, fucks me and my gang over on a job! Especially if you're spending the money. I gave that asshole one fucking job, and he blew it. Which cost him his life, and his family not seeing him again. That's one thing I don't play around with. That's my money, my family, my friends, and pretty soon... my precious Malarie. I will protect her with all my heart, and she better be glad about it.

"Ugh! I had to kill an old crusty man today. But that's what his drug addict, *** gets." I utter to myself, as I massage my temples vigorously. "You alright, McCann?" Malcom asks me, getting up from his chair.