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Chapter 1: Meet Dolly, Meet Evan

Dolly Hadden, AKA D.Y, a woman of courage and terror. Ladies tremble at the mention of her name. Men cower at the sight of her.
She's beautiful, every men dream but can only remain at that. She's 20 years old, height 5'7, caramel skin. Oval shaped face with slightly pinked lips to complement her face. Brown eyes and shiny jet black hair.
She's an epitome of beauty which she uses to her advantage. She's the only child of her parent, lives with her mum, her dad, dead.
Dolly took off the last piece of clothing on her as she entered into the tub. She just returned from her mission. Probably the twentieth that month.
A smirk remained on her lips as she recalled how the man was begging her. She kills for a living and she's proud of that.
She loved the expression of terror as the man begged for his life after seeing her initials D.Y written on her leather suit but of course, she never visits someone without taking his or her life.
She scrubbed on her body, loving the painful pleasure feeling the sponge was giving her.
She remained in the bath tub for a while until her tensed muscles completely relaxed. She came out stark naked, ignoring the towel as she walked to her room.
Getting to her room, she saw her mum in her room beside her wardrobe, picking out clothes for her. When her mum finally noticed her appearance, she was done picking out the cloth.
Her mum rarely picks out clothes for her except they have somewhere they both have to be.
She's twenty and of course, she can pick her clothes herself.
Dolly grimaced as she saw what her mum picked out for her. It was what she disliked the most, a dress.
She faced her mum with an accusing gaze. "Mum", she drew the name intentionally, though she knows how much her mum hates that.
Stephanie Hadden faced her daughter, scrunching her face at the way she had called her. She had warned her severally to stop calling her that way.
"You really had to do this right"? Dolly asked smugly, contented with the crumpled look on her mum's face while trying to hide her smile.
Stephanie smiled as quickly as she frowned. "Wear this, we're visiting my mum", she said, leaving the room to her daughter, "and don't keep me waiting." She called as she stepped out of the room.
Dolly scoffed as she fell on her bed. She knew her mum had won this time. She dare not wear pants to her grandma's place or hell will break loose.
Her grandma is very religious and she believes that if it's not for professional or very important reasons, one shouldn't wear pants.
She also talks about being feminine and how wearing pants will only make one manly and then making men steer clear off you.
She cussed silently as she dressed up, really hating on the dress she her mum picked, or maybe she hated all the dresses in her closet.
She put on the same dress her mum picked out for her and wore a pair a matching shoes and purse. "π‘«π’π’˜π’ π’˜π’† π’ˆπ’", she muttered to herself, walking out of her room.
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Evan McClain shrieked in fear as he got startled by his older brother Charlie McClain, yet again. He's an introvert and a coward though his appearance speaks otherwise.
He's 6'2, a good inches taller than Charlie. He has the broad shoulders that would make any sane lady go crazy.
Fair pale skin, blood red lips every woman will love to suck on, curly, deep brown hair with ocean blue eyes to complement his face.
His brother loved always finds pleasure in startling him and Evan, being a scaredy cat falls for his prank over and over again.
Charlie laughed as he saw his younger brother's terrified face. Evan, even at age 22 still got scared easily, making him an easy prey to his 25 year old brother.
Evan regained his composure and left his brother to the living room. He didn't have the strength to fight his brother. He always didn't have the strength to.
The only one that can help is Abella, his 19 years old cousin who was living with them. She has returned to her own house and so he's left alone with his jerky brother.
Sitting down on the couch in the living room, he took the remote and switched the tv on. Changing the station, he settled for the one he preferred. His favourite show was going on.
Charlie came to join him, intentionally moving closer to him. "Let's see football", he whispered to his ears. He knew Evan can't say no. He is really submissive.
"I really want to see this show", Evan replied, still focused on the tv.
"C'mon. Change it. You'll love it", Charlie coerced with little emotion in his voice.
"Fine". Evan said, changing the station while Charlie grinned triumphantly. He knew his kid brother will always yield to another.
Evan remained grumpy as he saw how much his emotion was being played but he couldn't do anything about it. That's just how he is.
Charlie, noticing Evan's sour mood collected the remote from Evan and returned the station to Evan's show. He knew how much Evan loved that show but he had wanted him to put up a fight.
Charlie stood up picking his keys in preparation to go out. "Don't let anyone take advantage of you. Always try to put up a fight". He said to his brother.
"Thanks", Evan murmured beneath his breathe.
"Tonight is the day for the family dinner", Charlie reminded him.
"I've forgotten." Evan drawled, obviously not interested in going to the family dinner.
"Tell mum I forgot and send my regards to Abella." He turned back his focus to the tv.
"Dear brother, I reminded you so you won't π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’†π’•." Charlie retorted, his sarcastic tone drawing an air quote on the word, and you must be there", he concluded leaving Evan to himself and went out.
Evan grumbled, throwing a fit knowing that he has no choice but to go to the dinner.
He checked the wall clock, seeing that he has about an hour left before leaving for the dinner, he sat well and continued watching his show, deciding to continue throwing a fit after the show.