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Smooth Criminals - Chapter 5

Immogene’s heels echoed in the hallway and she noted that the terrapin, despite his size made almost no sound as he moved. The height from the stiletto’s made her hips sway a little more exaggerated than her normal gate would. She looked out the window as they walked, their reflections making her blink. His form completely dwarfed hers. “Oruko had the building custom built when he came to New York over 30 years ago from Japan. It’s almost impenetrable from any modern-day weapons.” As they went she kept up a detailed, if dry monologue while making their way through the halls.

Raph eyed the hung and sculptured pieces of art. “Tha bastard had a weird taste in art.” He shook his head and motioned for her to continue because his comment stopped her from talking. She showed him the training room, the pool and gestured towards the area that The Foot were quartered in.

At the end of a long passageway in the basement, another set of heavy wooden doors were opened for them, The Foot paused, bowing their heads to their new Master. Immogene’s voice faded to more of a hushed tone. Raph smelled a strong metallic tang in the air and had an idea why the woman was quieter. There was the taint of old and new blood here.

Pushing her trepidation aside she took a deep breath, “These are the holding cells and torture chambers.” She was grateful that no screams could be heard right now. Oruko was no more, so anyone awaiting punishment would wait until the new Shredder read over their failings and or crimes and would make his own decisions as what to do with them. The two passed multiple tables that were stained dark. On the brick walls hung various equipment. Blades, saws, rope, clamps, chains and bags of cement were only some of the things on display. There was a metal door at the end of the room. Light shone through the small crack in the bottom. An involuntary shudder rolled through her as the light became blacked out.

“What and who’s behind there?” Raph gestured with his head at the door. He had noticed the woman’s eyes remained glued to it and how when the shadow crossed the gap in the bottom her scent changed from that of nervousness to fear.

Still looking at the door, Immogene spoke low, “Slash’s quarters.”

Sensing her discomfort, the turtle turned around and looked at the men in the room. “If that door opens, I want ta be informed immediately.” He looked back to the woman. “Nice playground…but I think it’s time we move on.” Immogene wasn’t about to argue. She knew Slash had a personal vendetta against her.

When they were back on the first floor, Raph leaned down to the woman. Immogene stiffened slightly but kept walking. “I don’t eva want ya ta go back down there.” His tone was firm. In the past he’d tangled with the swamp turtle. It seemed the mutant had become even more unhinged. Raph would have to make him disappear at some point soon. She only nodded, not knowing what to say. She left out how Oruko liked bringing her down there to watch Slash’s proceedings over the prisoners. It put a whole different meaning to dinner and a show. Glad to be done with that section she then brought him to the kitchens.

“Some of the best chefs in the country reside here.” Immogene greeted the cooks that looked in their direction. The air was tense. No one knew what to expect from the new Shredder. “They will cater to your tastes, anytime day or night.”

Raph winked at one of the scullery maids who was slicing peaches. She froze and the turtle chuckled before swiping a peach out of the bowl.

Taking a bite, he smiled at her. “Tastes good.” Unable to resist he looked at the now confounded woman beside him. “But ya smell even sweeta.” Immogene huffed loudly and looked away from him. “I’ll be sure to change my perfume tomorrow then. Skunk maybe?” The turtle smirked widely and his eyes glowed with amusement. He was liking her more and more. She had spunk.

They reached the garage and Raph tossed the pit into a garbage bin. He whistled at the sight of the collection. Walking in and amongst the various vehicles, Immogene pointed to a few. “There are some rare models here.” Reaching the motorcycles, she unconsciously trailed her finger over the leather and chrome of the Triumph Werke. Noticing the move the turtle wondered if she rode or even had an interest in bikes. Immogene avoided looking at him and refused to admit the nervousness she felt in her stomach. So far, this Brute, this Raphael, the new Shredder hadn’t acted in anyway expected, other than wanting to know what was now his. Leaving the garage, she pointed to a set of glass doors. “Through there are the private gardens. Only the Shredder, his elite and a few chosen are allowed in there.” She didn’t mention that she was one of the ones allowed. It wasn’t her decision if she would be allowed to maintain the privilege.

“As much as I would like ta see the landscapin’ I’’m much more interested goin’ back to our apartments and gettin’ better acquainted.” Raph looked down at the woman with an unreadable expression on his face.

A hint of anxiety washed through her, and if it was possible, her back became even more straight. “Fine.”

At their approach, Traximus and Fang inclined their heads and opened the heavy iron and wood double doors. Immogene stepped over the threshold and stopped suddenly her eyes widening and her aloof manner forgotten. “What?!” “Did you...how did you...you had all this done in an afternoon?” She was so in shock she didn’t even stop to consider how bold she was being. The apartment was almost unrecognizable. The windows were open to dry the freshly painted warm burgundy tone on the wall. New furniture filled the space. Her gaze landed on the spot where the Japanese style floor bed had been. There now seemed to be a seating area of sorts and the bed had been moved to the opposite side of the expansive room. It was set in front of the half wall that separated the room from the windows. Seeing the bed made her tense and she quickly looked away from it.

Seeing her reaction, Raph had an idea of where her mind was at. “And..,” lowering his hand towards the curve of her back he moved her over to where her makeup desk was located. Her breath hitched with the contact. His hand spanned almost all of her lower back. When he stopped she looked at the desk and made a small sound in her throat. Gone was the war themed piece and in its place was one with elegantly carved tiger lilies, like the tattoos on her arm. Two lamps hung on either side of the mirrors giving off a soft light. Raph lips curled, “A lovely lady like yerself needs a private place ta do ‘er makeup.” She looked when he opened a few of the drawers and found all but one were empty, she arched her bow. Did he have an aversion to makeup or something? He interrupted her thoughts, “Don’t ya worry. These drawers won’t be empty fer long. I plan on takin’ ya shoppin’,” Meeting her emerald gaze as if confirming her question, “oh yes. That way ya can choose yer own makeup..yer own perfumes even ya clothin’.” Folding his one hand behind his back, Raph let the woman’s mind catch up with her. He could tell it had been a long time since she had probably done anything for herself. With a sick bastard like her deceased husband and his bullshit of an ideology, it didn’t surprise the Brute that when he came in the room and discovered she had little to no personal items of her own. Immogene looked at him like he’d grown another head.

Reaching out the terrapin slid his finger up her arm before raising it to his chin. She couldn’t help the stiffening of her spine at the caress. He hummed in thought, “Why do I get tha feelin’ I’ve fergotten somethin’.,” he muttered. His eyes flashed with mischief, “ahh I know.” Gently taking her hand, Raph lifted it towards his lips, “I need ta thank ya properly fer tha tour...,” He trailed off and his eyes narrowed intently, “ma sutekina tora.” Raph followed the teasing with brushing his lips against her knuckles. Immogene hissed sharply and loudly.

‘Damn you,’. It felt like he was trying to get her used to his touch. Rolling her eyes she suddenly realized that maybe ‘Kitten’ was accurate. Spitting and hissing and needing to be coaxed to be petted. She snorted at the thought. Well, this kitten had claws.

If she looked at how she was behaving she would have seen how belligerent she was being. She just couldn’t seem to help it around the terrapin. She almost always was able to keep her emotions under wraps. With the Brute, it was like all those months of training and repression were becoming unravelled before her eyes.

Letting her hand go, Raph smirked cockily and calmly walked over to the drinks, “Speakin’ of which. I hav’ a few things I wish ta discuss wit’ ya.” He started pouring two glasses of whiskey. When he was done he set down the bottle and walked back over to the woman and offered her one of the glasses. She took the glass delicately. Her husband did not share the rare spirits, wine was the approved drink for her. A memory sprang up over her sharing this particular drink with her grandmother and a wave of nostalgia hit. Unsure if this was a test or not she didn’t drink. “True this fortress might seem impenetrable from tha outside, but,” he chuckled darkly as he looks while looking at the amber liquid, “Oroku wasn’t killed from attacks from tha outside now was he?,” He narrowed his eyes and smirked. “Which means...ya and I hav ta be extra vigilant at this point in time.” Meeting her gaze the turtle swirled his drink, “Ya made a few enemies of yerself today wit what ya did. So I’m gonna take every necessary precaution when it comes ta yer safety.”

She scoffed. ‘She made enemies? He was the one who decapitated Oruko. She also knew the Brute was already making changes to the way thing were run. There were a variety of whispered things making their way through the grapevines. How they would be received was yet to be seen.

His expression changed, “but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna restrict ya eitha. Yer free ta go anywhere ya please at any time. All I ask is ya keep Fang and Traximus close by until I’ve put yer,” his teeth bared and he growled out, “ex-husbands loyal followas six feet unda.”

Noticing that she hadn’t taken a sip of her drink he contemplated the reason why. She looked nervous and held it away from herself. Did that fucker control even what she ate and or drank? He almost growled, the answer was probably yes. He ran his tongue on the inside of his teeth before smirking, “Here’s ta tha death of yer husband.” He clinked his glass against hers and lifted it to his lips. Eyeing her over the rim he smiled. “That means ya supposed ta drink.”

Immogene blinked a few times before letting her eyes focussed on his. “Fair enough.” She raised the glass and downed the contents in one swallow.

The terrapin smirked wider. ‘Girl after ma own heart’. Raph looked around at the work that had been done. His eyes landed on a table which had been near the old bed and they narrowed at what he saw. “I don’t fuckin’ think so.’ There was what looked to be another one of those infernal manuals. Stalking over to it, he flipped to the turned down pages. Immogene paled and shame filled her. She folded her arms in front of her waist and the set of her shoulders was stubborn. Would he dare comment on her sex life? Sex wasn’t enjoyable. She hated every minute of it. But instead of mockery, the turtles anger filled voice echoed in the room, “Tha woman has ta submit ta tha male…, control...cunninglus is considered both disgusting and below the man to perform …oils are used if insufficient lubricant is produced,” His words trailed off and his eyes glowed with a dark glint. Immogene could only look through the terrapin while her cheeks heated.

Raph looked over to the woman seeing her stance and sneered. In seconds the manual was turned into confetti. “Well ya hav nothin ta worry ‘bout, Immogene. I don’t believe a word of this fuckin’ shit,” Eyes locked on her he slowly stalked towards her. She hated herself for it, but she gave to his massive form advancing on her and stepped backwards. It wasn’t fear she was feeling, but how he set her nerves on edge had her alert. Her back hit the wall and if she could have gone into the brick she would have. “Any man that believes that load of crap is nothin’ but garbage.” His eyes locked on her gaze and he kept moving forward. “Ya see a man gets a lot of pleasure not only in receivin’ it from a woman,” When he reached his hand slapped against the wall above her, “But givin it ta er as well.” Her stomach did a funny little flip just then but she ignored it. Raph knew he was making her nervous, hell he could practically hear her pulse rate pick up. But he had to make things clear. He wanted to make things clear.

Immogene was shocked enough by his words, she scoffed, “Makes sense. Big guy, big talk.” Raphael rumbled a chuckle and danced his fingers lightly along her shoulder.

“Believe me I know that bastard hurt ya badly and bein’ touched is tha last thing ya want.” It pissed him off that the metal head had discoloured her views on sex. Pushing her boundaries he moved in a fraction closer. “But ya will get use ta ma touch. And I guarantee...,” his lips curled cockily as his fingers then wandered up and glided along her jaw. Reaching her chin and curling beneath it, he gently lifted her face up to meet his gaze, “Ya will be beggin’ fer more of it.” She swallowed deeply and searched his eyes, trying to discover the game he was playing. He leaned closer like he was about to brush his lips against hers and braced herself for the contact. Chuckling softly, he pulled away “But that can wait fer now.,” He took another sip of his drink, “I think we oughta hav somethin’ ta eat first. Ya must be hungry,”.

She stayed where she was, using the wall as a support. Her equilibrium gone for that moment. After a few minutes of thinking she felt something bubble up inside of her. She walked over to the bar and poured herself another drink. This too she downed by tipping her head back. Slamming the glass down she spun on him and with her hands on her hips. “Why?!” Her breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes shot sparks and she wondered if it wasn’t him that was crazy but her. “Just why?!” She folded her arms over her chest then and began to pace. Ironically, looking like a tiger pacing in its cage. Occasionally she would look at him, open her mouth as if to say something and then growl softly and resume pacing. Raph leaned against the counter of the bar; his lips quirked in amusement watching her. Looks like he’d caught her off guard and he liked it. Boy, did he ever like it.

Her footsteps took her right in front of him, and she stopped. Raph’s eyebrows lifted. Her eyes travelled from his broad chest to his face. “Oruko was a sick and twisted man...but I knew how to handle him. I spent the last six months of my life surviving his cruelty. But...” Her voice dipped and to anyone else listening in, they might have winced, “...I KNEW my lot with him. I knew where my place was. And you...” She raised her finger and poked him in his hard front.

The turtle blinked. ’Did she just…fuckin’ poke me?!’ He ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth trying not to smirk. This one was amusing.

She made a small noise in her throat. “YOU, walk in here and I can’t make heads or tails of you!” Realizing what she did she trembled and took a step back, her eyes shifting until her anger overwhelmed any fear. “Why are you doing this? What game are you playing? I haven’t been allowed outside of the compound since I arrived!” He definitely wasn’t acting like any mobster she met. She sighed and her temper dwindled a bit. Raph thought she looked confused. “Why are you just standing there and letting me spout off like this?! Who are you?!” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was only a little shaky. When she opened them she met that golden gaze of his. It was more like molten 24 carat gold. What had she done? It was as if the past months of repressed emotions just came spilling out of her mouth. She straightened, a challenge in her eyes. ‘Show. Me. Who. You. Really. Are.’ They seemed to say. She might die for it, but, she would see his mettle.

The moment his eyes met hers, the intense fire in his eyes softened and he studied her for a moment, “Yer wonderin’ why I’m doin this, actin’ like this? Well...,” his eyes gazed intensely into hers as if deep in thought before his lips curled, “That’s fer ya ta find out. Did ya expect me ta giv away all ma secrets, kitten?” Her lips curled into a silent snarl. He gave a deep vibrating chuckle as he leaned close to her ear whispering, “Think again”. Eyes narrowing almost hungrily the woman, the terrapin began to slowly circle her, “If I told ya everythin’, then gettin’ ta know each otha wouldn’t be much fun would it?,” He arched a questioning brow. “You’ll just hav ta find out more ‘bout me in orda ta get yer answas and a handle on me. Though,” Rumbling lowly the turtle gave a cocky smirk and muttered, “There’s quite a lot of me ta handle,”. A small snort left her lips and she almost rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut, catching herself before she put her foot in it. She’d almost told him that she was quite the handful too.

Setting his glass next to hers, Raphs intense eyes glanced back at her, “Look, I will say this. You’ve lived by survivin’ and now...it’s time ta survive by livin’.” Her eyes narrowed, it still felt like a game to her...but, she reluctantly admitted, he did have a point. Actions spoke louder then words and in that one seemingly simple statement he showed her that he understood that.

Unable to stop himself he brushed a stray curl from her face. She really was beautiful. Just as he was about to say something else, he heard a knock at the door, “Ah seems our dinna is ready. He put his hand on the curve of her back and led her to the larger dining room, thinking the one in the apartment might be too intimate for her. “I’m lookin’ forward ta tha tasty dishes I saw in tha kitchen.”

Upon reaching the formal dining room he gestured for her to go before him. She brushed by him and entered. Immediately she hated how her mouth watered. Seafood. All kinds of seafood. Oruko had preferred red meat, the bloodier the better. She ate what he ate and although the food had been good and she enjoyed a prime steak just like the next person, her own tastes had been pushed aside.

Sitting down she watched with avid attention as a huge lobster tail was placed on her plate, with a small serving bowl that held lemon and butter. Amber entered the room at the earlier request of her mistress carrying a bottle of wine. Immogene gave her a small nod of acknowledgement. “Mr. Hamato, this is my personal handmaid, Amber.”

Raph arched a brow at the introduction. ‘At least that was better than Master.’ The other women started walking towards the table.

Immogene watched in absolute horror as Ambers heel snapped just as she took the last step to be near enough to the mutant to pour his wine. “No...please no.” She whispered when the wine bottle tipped. Amber, trying to stop what was about to happen snatched the bottle just before it fell off the serving platter, but not before a generous amount splashed on the terrapins shirt and pants.

The accident interrupted him just as he was making the first cut into his swordfish. “Goddamn it!,” Immogene flew from her chair, the instinct to protect her friend overwhelming her caution. She moved so fast, the chair had been sitting in, fell behind her in her haste. She dropped herself between the Brute and Amber.

Amber, wide eyed looked at her imploringly. “Immogene, no!”

She shook her head and carefully rested her hands on the males’ arms. His skin was rough against her silky smooth flesh. “Please...don’t hurt her. It wasn’t her fault.” She swallowed deeply and her liquid green eyes searched his. “Punish me instead. I beg you.” Her mind was screaming. She couldn’t lose Amber! No, she just wouldn’t stand for it. “Do whatever you want to me...” She knew what she was offering in that statement, but she didn’t care. He could take her right here and right now on this very table if it would save her friend. “Just please, don’t hurt her.”

Blinking in shock, Raph’s eyes felt his brows and lips twisted in confusion at the display, ‘Wha are ya doin?!’ He wanted to ask her but felt as if his words were shoved back down into his throat when he heard the tremble in her plea. Narrowing his eyes in thought, he glanced to the side before his entire body stiffened when he realized that he was still holding his steak knife. That’s when it hit him like a ton of bricks. The reason why all the servants looked at him with fear and why Immogene had put herself between him and the shaking servant girl protectively. ‘Son of a shit eatin’ bitch! Tha fuckin’ sick psycho probably did somethin’!’No wonder she moved so fast to intervene, seeing him holding the knife like that, she probably thought he was going to kill the poor girl. After all, people don’t just replace highly expensive carpet every day. Unless it was soaked in blood. In fact, he could smell the newness of the rug. Chest rising and falling heavily, Raph took a deep breath and sighed, “This ain’t tha first time someone had an accident is it?,” he said more to himself while he looked into Immogene’s eyes. Seeing the answer written on her face, Raph tsked his tongue as he set down the knife and gave a humourless dark chuckle and he ran his hand down his face, “I don’t fuckin’ regret things often,” His lips curled into a sneer and low growl emitted in his throat, “But I fuckin’ wish I would hav taken ma time rippin’ that worthless fuckin’ pile of shit and made sure he felt every single ounce of pain imaginable.”

Raph gently put his hand over top of hers to snap her out of wherever her mind was at right now. “Ya can put tha claws away kitten,” Raph kept his tone even. Once she was standing, the Brute fixed his collar and slowly stood up, “Ya’ll can breathe again,” He gruffly stated to those present in the room before his eyes glanced to the servant girl. “Amba right,” Raph stated matter of factory as he put his hand in his pocket, “See, I ain’t tha fuckin’ wicked witch of tha west ere. I haven’t melted inta a giant green puddle hav I?,”

Everything up until right then had sounded so far away in Immogene’s mind. Until she heard the quip. She arched her brow at Amber as if to say, ‘what the hell?’ Seeing the relief in Ambers eyes finally had her heart rate going back to normal.

Raph, in noticing the women’s silent communication huffed softly, teasing both of them. Looking towards Immogene the terrapins gaze almost softened, “I’ve gotten worse stains on ma suits befer, so this really ain’t nothin ta be worryin’ bout. It’s just a suit.” Raph gently took the wine bottle from Amber’s hands and poured himself a cup. Giving the bottle back, he casually pulled out some cash and tapped it against Amber’s palm while picking up his now full wine glass. “Ere...,” Raph said in a low voice so only Amber and Immogene could hear him, “go get yerself some new shoes that won’t break on ya.,” He muttered against the rim of his glass and took a slow deep sip of the sweet liquid. At the offer of shoes she saw her friend blink and slowly grab the cash as if it was about to bite her.

Exhaling a breath, Raph firmly set his glass on the table and his body turned towards Immogene. She held herself still, waiting for the twist, making her feel it was going to be ok and then instead all hell would break loose. Raphael’s golden eyes narrowed intensely at her seeing the look on her face. He could almost discern what thoughts were going through that pretty head of hers. “Now then...I want ta make one thing perfectly clear wit ya,” His head lowered slightly towards her, “I don’t. Eva. Want ta see ya do that again.,” Despite the growl in his tone there was no anger towards her, but rather at what she most likely had to do in order to help protect those that she cared about from her deranged husband. She blinked. Never beg? For someone’s life again? Of course she would. Just because he wasn’t doing anything now didn’t mean she trusted him not to do anything in the future. She flushed deeply. He’d also caught onto her meaning. With Oruko, she had used her body to stop him from harming others. The problem was it only worked some of the time.

Gazing deeply into her eyes, the Brutes shoulders relaxed before the corner of his lips curled, “As temptin' as yer offa is, I’m not that big of an asshole that I would hang othas lives in the balance ta force ya ta do somethin' like that.,” His eyelids lowered and his voice became but a whisper, “I want ta hear ya beg fer the pleasure I can give ya..not out of fear. Sides...,” He ever so gently curled his finger underneath her chin so she was looking at him, “Tigas don’t bow down ta anyone.,” he said with a smirk.

Immogene scoffed quietly. ‘Beg for his touch? That would never happen. Never.’

Placing his hand on her lower back, Raph guided her back to her side of the table while he let her muse over his words. Picking up the chair, he guided her to her seat and effortlessly pushed her in. Arching a brow at her fork, he delicately picked it up between his two thick fingers and pushed the handle gently into in her clenched hand. Immogene looked at the fork and then back up at him. He nearly barked out a laugh at the whole situation and he put his arm on the back of her chair, “ere,” He pushed the lobster more towards her and smirked, “Best ta eat yer fish while it’s hot, Kitten. Or, am I gonna have ta feed it ta ya?” His eyes glowed with amusement, and he went back to his seat.

That comment had her coming back to herself right quick. “You most certainly do not have to feed me.” Her voice was as prim as it could have been in that moment.

Raph snorted in amusement. ‘Spunky little thing, ain’t ya.’ The thought amused him.

It was then Immogene’s stomach reminded her that fresh seafood was something she hadn’t had in the six months she’d been here. A surprised huff left her lips and she used the fork to pull the delectable meat from its shell. There was a barely audible sound of pleasure that left her lips as she tasted the sweet flesh. Dipped in butter and lemon juice it melted on her tongue. Taking one more glance at him to be sure he was telling the truth, she finally began to eat in earnest.

After a little while of silence, Raph was pleased to see the woman start to eat her meal. He knew there was a lot more on the woman’s shoulders than what he had anticipated. There were a lot of things he didn’t know about her, but after what he saw he couldn’t allow whatever had run through her head to come out again. Looking to each of the servants, Raph tilted his head towards the door silently telling them to leave and casually took a bite of his steak. Immogene was aware of the servants a being dismissed. Giving Amber a small nod she watched her friend walk away, if only a little faster than normal. It was his right to be alone with her and, having found herself again she waited for him to go back on his word. Whatever happened, she would not fight and go to him willingly as she had promised.

Raph waited for the door to shut behind the wait staff. It was then that he calmly set down his utensils and leaned back into his chair, “Immogene.,” His tone took on a serious edge.

At the sound of her name, she set her fork down and wiped the corners of her mouth with the napkin. “Yes, Mr. Hamato?” Maybe he wouldn’t be too rough.

Ignoring the honorific, Raph sighed. “I need ya ta tell me exactly wha that asshole did ta ya.”He leaned forward in his chair a bit and lifted his hands gesturing, “Look I’m new ere. I don’t know how things were like befer I entered tha scene, so I need someone ta shed some light on wha that asshole has done,”.

Immogene’s eyes widened just a fraction and found herself unable to hold his gaze. This was the last thing she had expected and the last thing she wanted to do. Reaching for her glass she took a generous sip of her wine. Setting it down she folded her hands in her lap and then met the golden gaze. “The heads weren’t enough of a clue? Or the fact that Amber just about fainted when she spilled the wine? Or perchance me offering you my body to save her gave you a slight inkling?” There was no venom in her voice, and yes, she did understand what he was asking, she just couldn’t help her tongue. She blew out a soft breath and tried to pick a starting point.

“Oruko was...deranged. He loved me...” She paused, seeing the look on his face and waited a moment before continuing. “...but his version wasn’t love by any kind of normal standards. It was twisted and dark.” She took another sip of her wine and was glad she had finished the lobster tail. Her appetite had fled her. “Blood, gore and suffering aroused him.” Her eyes flicked to the spot on the floor that only a few nights ago the young man had served his last meal. Her look was distant as if she was reliving the incident as she spoke of it. “A few nights ago, there was a new servant that was serving us dinner. He spilled wine on Oruko and...” Anger flashed in her eyes as well as sadness that such a young life was snuffed out for something so stupid. “...the next thing I saw was his throat being opened up and then his stomach. Oruko...” She shivered slightly at the memory. “…took the knife and continued to eat with it.” Heat rose to her cheeks and when she looked at the Brute, she knew he would bore no argument in her not finishing the telling. “My husband then looked at me. I had blood all over me. Arterial bleeds like that, well they...you know. Anyways, he ordered me to the bedroom. The bloodshed and my reaction pushing his already high libido.” The memory flashed strongly again as he forced himself into her. She shook her head as if to dispel the memory. “He killed with or without a reason and mind games were the only games he knew how to play. Most of the staff and even some of his elite, have lived in fear. He made you feel like that every minute you were alive...was because he let you.”

Immogene spoke a little more about her deceased husband, but avoided giving more details about their relationship. She wanted to bury them deep and fervently hoped they would not haunt her for the rest of her life. “I think that about sums it up, unless there’s anything else?” Her eyes flashed with what could have been a plea for him not to ask for anymore information on what happened to her behind closed doors.

Raph’s lip curled “No. There’s nothin else ya need ta go inta.”

So the truth was finally out. Raph’s eyes flashed with pure hatred and fury and his jaw clenched so tight that his teeth ground against each other. Slowly putting his hand over his mouth as if deep in thought, but in actuality he was trying to hold himself back from fucking exploding and destroying most of the furniture. ‘THA FUCKIN PARASITE!,’ His mind growled like a ferocious beast as he glared down at his plate, ‘Even as a goddamn corpse..tha asshole still continues…ta PISS ME OFF!,’ His grasp tightened so hard that the wood of the table cracked under his relentless grip. Everything made sense to him now. All the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. What was revealed was a picture of a dark living hell hole this woman had been forced to endure. ‘No wonda she tried to give 'erself so easily.’ She literally was livin’ in er own horror film wit’ no way out.’ He had to bite back the growl that threatened to come out of him not wanting to think of what happened between her and the tin can behind closed doors.

Immogene waited for a reaction, any reaction. The terrapin’s gaze had seemed to grow more and more distant while she spoke. She was about to cough to get his attention when he chuckled. Her brows furrowed at the sound.

Raph shook his head, still softly chuckling. “It all makes fuckin’ sense now. No wonda why ya looked like ya wanted ta slit tha bastards throat while ya were sitting on his lap,” His lips slowly curled into a sinister grin and he snickered, “I was tempted ta hand ya tha knife right there just ta see wha ya would do wit it.” He then quirked his lips, “I’m almost sorry I didn’t let ya deal tha final blow ta ‘im too. I would hav enjoyed seein’ ya cuttin’ tha bastards puny dick and shovin’ it down his fuckin' throat, but then we wouldn’t be sittin ‘ere havin this conversation now would we?,” He quirked a knowing brow to the woman. He sighed heavily, “Look, Immogene…I ain’t tha good guy ere.” Seeing her look, Raph chuckled, “Ya. I know. that’s statin tha fuckin’ obvious but listen. Ive been doin’ this fer some time now.,” He glanced at his hands, “Gotten so much blood on these mitts, I don’t even think soakin’ em in bleach will get rid of tha stain.” His hand clenched tightly, “I’m a murdera, a killa,” his eyes flashed brightly, “I enjoy beatin tha shit out of ma enemies and those who screw me ova, and that’s just who I am.”

Immogene arched her brow. She didn’t know what he was getting at. It couldn’t be that he was trying to reassure her, was it? Odd way of doing it.

The chair squeaked a little as he leaned forward, “I ain’t gonna sugacoat maself, Kitten. If I did, I pretty much would be lyin’ ta ya, and I don’t play that type of game,”. He heard her huff of disbelief and ignored it. “I can’t promise ya won’t see bloodshed, but I will promise ya a few things. Whetha ya believe em or not.” He raised a finger, “firstly I ain’t gonna kill someone fer no reason.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I may be a killa, but even I know betta than ta needlessly waste a life, especially fer an honest mistake as spillin’ a drink.” He raised another finger, “Secondly, I ain’t gonna hang lives ova yer head ta get wha I want out of ya.,” His lips quirked cockily as he leaned his cheek on his knuckles, “Now I might avoid tellin’ ya certain things, but I’m not someone who beats around tha bush. As fer gettin’ what I want..well, I have my own ways of doin that.” The terrapin cracked his neck. “Lastly, I ain’t gonna take ya like that...,” Raph growled deeply, “prick did!” Meeting her gaze, the turtle gave her a predatory grin, “‘course...that doesn’t mean that I won’t take ya eitha.,” he rumbled deeply seeing her take in his words. “Ya got guts, Kitten. He slowly got up from his seat and stalked towards her. “Oroku was a pathetic worm of a man. He didn’t even deserve ta be called one.,” His eyes narrowed as he came up to the back of her chair and lowered his lips close to her ear and whispered, “Ya see...a real man will take his time…make sure that his woman is enjoyin’ ‘erself and feelin’ nothin but pleasure.,” His smirk widened, “It’s a fuckin’ turn on watchin’ a woman melt unda yer touch, and yer tongue…”.

A sharp gasp left her lips. The manual forbade such actions! She swallowed. Here this terrapin practically bragging about the act. He couldn’t be serious in wanting to do…that.

Slowly moving around the chair, Raph gave a smirk and held out his hand to her, “I can be patient, fer a while anyways,” His eyes narrowed intently, “But at some point ya will be mine and I promise ya this,” Grasping her hand he effortlessly helped her to her feet and smirked while pulling her close to his plastron, “I’ll be tha one addin’ fuel ta tha fire in yer belly, and givin’ ya a taste of that forbidden fruit”. He let his words hang in the air before he put his hand to her lower back. “Come on...let's go relax fer the rest of tha evenin’.”

Immogene’s mind caught up with the change of tone and topic. “I’m not sure what to think about your plans for the evening. One minute you’re talking about…well, never mind, and then you’re off talking about relaxing. Just what game are you playing at?

Raphael smirked. “You know Immogene, there’s a saying.” She looked to him as they walked back towards their apartments. The new Shredder’s smirk grew wider, and it lit his eyes with a golden fire. “Curiosity kills the cat.”

To be continued...

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#MusicNews Irish ⅓ of 702 has passed away prayers goes out to family and members of the group.

702 was a female R&B group from the 90’s that consisted sisters LeMisha “Misha” (born on June 10, 1978) & Irish (born on June 2, 1980) Grinstead and their friend, Kameelah Williams.

Irish’s twin sister, Ornish was also a founding member and subsititute vocalist for the group. The group was named after the area code of their hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada.

LeMisha, Irish, and Kameelah attended the Las Vegas Academy of Performing Arts. Irish, Orish, and LeMisha sang occasionally in the lobby of Caesars Palace where they were discovered by actor\comedian, Sinbad.

Sinbad visited their home in order to convince the girls’ parents to send the three of them to Atlanta for a convention and music competition.

Even though the girls missed the deadline for entry, Sinbad used his name to get them in. The group (under their original name “Sweeta than Suga”) came in 2nd place in the competition. As the convention was ending, the girls met Michael Bivins of New Edition & Bell Biv Devoe, who agreed to work with them.

The group were briefly joined by their cousin, Amelia Childs. After making their music debut on R&B group, Subway’s song, “This Lil’ Game We Play,” Amelia left the group and was replaced by Kameelah.

After recording a few demos as a quartet, Ornish left the group as well (even though her vocals appear on 702’s debut album). Michael Bivins continued to work with different producers and songwriters to get the right feel for the group’s album. The group’s name was changed to “702” which Michael suggested.

In October of 1996, 702 released their debut album, “No Doubt” which peaked at #82 on the Billboard 200, #24 on Billboard’s R&B Albums chart, and topped Billboard’s Heatseekers Albums chart. In November of 2000, the album was certified Gold by the RIAA, with sales exceeding 500,000 copies in the United States.

The first single from the album, “Steelo” peaked at #32 on the Billboard Hot 100 in December of 1996, #16 on Billboard’s Hot Dance Music\Maxi-Singles Sales chart, and #12 on Billboard’s Hot R&B Singles chart in November of 1996, staying on the chart for 28 weeks.

The song featured rapper Missy Elliott and was certified Gold by the RIAA by February of 1997, with sales exceeding 500,000 copies in the United States.

The song’s lyrics were altered and used as the theme song to the Nickelodeon television series, “Cousin Skeeter.”

The second single, “Get it Together” peaked at #10 on the Billboard Hot 100 in March of 1997, #7 on Billboard’s Rhythmic Top 40 chart, and #3 on Billboard’s Hot R&B Singles chart in March of 1997, staying on the chart for 27 weeks.

The title "No Doubt" song peaked at #58 on Billboard’s Hot R&B Airplay chart, staying on the chart for only 7 weeks.

The last single from the album, “All I Want” peaked at #35 on the Billboard Hot 100 in September of 1997, #22 on Billboard’s Hot Dance Music\Maxi-Singles Sales chart, #31 on Billboard’s Rhythmic Top 40 chart, and #33 on Billboard’s Hot R&B Singles chart, staying on the chart for 11 weeks. The song was featured on the “Good Burger” movie soundtrack.

The success of 702’s debut album earned them a Soul Train “Lady of Soul” Award in 1997. They also opened up for New Edition, Blackstreet, and Keith Sweat during New Edition’s 1996-1997 reunion tour.

The group made an appearance on Missy Elliot’s album, “Supa Dupa Fly” on the track, “Beep Me 911.” They even sang with Busta Rhymes’ new artist, Rampage.

They contributed the song “My Friend” to the “Men in Black” movie soundtrack. In 1998, 702 made cameo appearances on the television shows “Moesha” and “Sister, Sister.”

In June of 1999, 702 released their self-titled sophomore album which peaked at #34 on the Billboard 200 chart and #7 on Billboard’s R&B Albums chart

During that same month, LeMisha gave birth to a son named Tony Lyndon and was replaced by Orish during her maternity leave.

The first single from the album, “Where My Girls At?” became their biggest hit, peaking at #4 on the Billboard Hot 100 in June of 1999, #10 on Billboard’s Top 40 Mainstream chart, #6 on Billboard’s Top 40 Tracks chart, topped Billboard’s Rhythmic Top 40 chart, and #3 on Billboard’s Hot R&B Singles & Tracks chart, staying on the chart for 29 weeks.

The song managed to chart in the United Kingdom, Canada, Sweden, and the Netherlands. It was certified Gold by the RIAA and earned them a Soul Train “Lady of Soul” Award nomination.

The follow-up single from the album, “You Don’t Know” peaked at #50 on Billboard’s Hot R&B Singles & Tracks chart, staying on the chart for 20 weeks.

The last single from the album, “Gotta Leave” peaked at #58 on Billboard’s Hot R&B\Hip-Hop Singles & Tracks chart, staying on the chart for 9 weeks. It also peaked at #35 on Billboard’s Rhythmic Top 40 chart.

702 was a part of Brandy’s “Never Say Never” tour. They also appeared in the 1999 ABC television movie, “Double Platinum”featuring Brandy and Diana Ross. They even signed a deal with Wilhelmina Models and was the opening act for Brian McKnight’s tour, promoting his album, “Back at One.”

After the release of their second album, 702 took a brief hiatus. Kameelah decided to leave the group and start a solo career. She was briefly the new protege of Faith Evans and signed a deal to be managed by Faith & her husband, Todd Russaw under their Pedigree MGI Management.

Kameelah sang backup vocals and wrote three songs on Faith’s album, “Faithfully.” She also sang backup on the track, “Take Away” from Missy Elliot’s album, “Miss E…So Addictive.”

In 2001, it was reported that Kameelah joined R&B group, Total which was later denied. Later that year, it was reported that 702 would be featured on Aaliyah’s self-titled third album for the track “Candy Girls” that would also feature Missy Elliott and Timbaland, but according to various sources, it was found to be untrue.

LeMisha and Irish decided to return to the spotlight and enlisted singer Cree Lamore to replace Kameelah. As the new version of 702, they recorded the lead single, “Pootie Tangin'” for the Chris Rock film, “Pootie Tang” which failed to make any impact on the charts, but it earned them a 2002 Soul Train “Lady of Soul” Award nomination.

After Kameelah returned to 702 and replaced Cree, 702 returned to the studio to record their third studio album.

In March of 2003, 702 released their last album to date, “Star” which peaked at #45 on the Billboard 200 chart and #22 on Billboard’s R&B Albums chart.

The follow-up single, “I Still Love You” peaked at #49 on Billboard’s Hot R&B\Hip-Hop Singles & Tracks chart, staying on the chart for 20 weeks. The album earned the group two Soul Train “Lady of Soul” Award nominations.

During that same year, 702 shared lead vocals on the track, “Gamble It” on singer Sirena’s album, “Emotions.” Irish appeared in the Brewster Project in 2004.

In 2006, 702 appeared on the independent album, “E Sharp Presents.” In 2007, LeMisha released a song entitled “What I Got” which appeared on the independent album, “E Sharp Presents Vol II.

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