Boss

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

"Why we going so fuckin fast?!" Dave says hold on the handle next to his head. They were already on the way to the warehouse. Layla wasted no time dragging Dave into the car. She drove off so fast you could hear her in the next city over. She was so eager to get to Courtney, she hadn't even taken the time to get out of her heels and dress.

"How long she been there? Have you touched her? Did she admit to anything yet? Ugh, I'm gone kill this bitch." She says biting the corner of her lip. Dave had also grown to know this as the sign of anticipation for Layla.

"Almost 3 days. No, the most I've done is pushed her away from me. Not necessarily. Although the guys say they caught something sus on the cams. Are you sure, you wanna do this??"

"Bae, just a few weeks ago I had to hold you up to fucking piss. Besides we've come to far not to give it to this broad." And with that she picks up the pace.

***

Layla walks right through the back door passing the security guards on each side of the door. She nearly skips through the build like she was promised a shopping spree. She's greeted with 'Hey, Boss.'s and head nods in her direction. Dave trails behind her like a lost puppy in his very own warehouse. Once they get to the elevator that is also heavily guarded, Layla can't help the adrenaline coursing through her veins which presents itself through Layla's subconscious need to wiggle like she needs to pee.

"Lay, go easy on her, please. I ain't never had a female's blood on my hands and I don't wanna start."

"Inna minute I'm gone make you wait in the car! Damn. You're killing my mood. Dis bitch shot you, had you in rehab for a month you talkin bout 'go easy'??" She says. The guards step aside and Layla gives Dave one last annoyed look before stepping out of the elevator and making her way to the large steel door at the end of the hall. The only noise being her heels clicking on the floor. The guard in front of her opens the door to the basement room and reveals and slightly smaller Courtney. She doesn't even look up to see who entered the room. As she's sure it'll be the last face she sees.

"Courtney...right?" Layla says. Dave leans against the wall near the door as Layla walks over to the girl and crouches to her level. "You remember me?" She says in a calm and sweet voice. It strikes fear into Dave's heart knowing her intentions are anything but pure.

"Yeah. You-you took him. You took him from me." Courtney responds. Layla smiles.

"I guess you could say that...but if we're being honest here." She gets back up and tugs at Courtney's chains to pull her up. "You tried to take him from me too. I have a few questions though. Pull up a chair. Take that shit off her." Layla directed a guard and he followed her orders.

"What do you want with me?"

"Ah ah ah." Layla taunts. "I ask the questions."

"Did you mean to hit me or him?"

"I didn't care... I knew it'd damage both of y'all if I hit either one."

"Ooohh and where'd you get the balls from?"

"I don't care for living anymore. You've taken everything from me. And all you had to do was take him."

"Girl, he ain't even my everything and he claims me, but go off. Y'know I hate to disregard the obvious signs of mental health issues here but you need a life. The fact that you believe this house slave lookin nigga is gone solve all your problems is truly mind boggling to me. A part of me is saying to keep you alive just so you can strive a little bit. I wanna see you actually fall from your best. I want to be the one to see you crash and fall. Kinda like how a hunter will let go of the fox he had already captured just to see how far it could run. I don't wanna kick you while you down, girl! I wanna kick you just when you believe you're thriving. Just to let you know even at your best I can still beat you. To answer your question from earlier."