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No. 8 ♡

P I E R R E
"I want her DEAD Pierre! You hear me?" My uncle yelled in his thick Colombian accent. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"Ok unc. I gotchu," I said grabbing her folder. I looked at it, but it really didn't have much information just basic things.

"Don't fuck me over nephew. I'm not afraid to do you like I did her father!" He yelled.

I nodded my head and walked out of his office into the living room. My cousin Madison was with her boyfriend.

She eighteen, but I would've thought my uncle would've had a little more of a leash on his little girl.

I walked out of the house before hearing my cell ring. "Fuck on my line?" I asked more of attitude as my guards opened the door to the black SUV.

"Who the fuck you think it is?" I heard Hampton say. "Fuck you calling me for?" I said.

"Nigga when you get all cold and shit. Know who the fuck you talking to. I can have your ass homeless on the fucking streets. Play with me," she said. She can do that too. Just by simply knocking my empire down.

"My bad. What's happening, love?" I asked. I could practically hear her smirk on the other end. "I would like to come and chill over your place if it's fine with you," she said.

I smiled to myself. "Oh you wanna come chill with daddy huh?" I asked. She kissed her teeth.

"Haha nigga you funny! But I can have you on your knees eating my cookie," She said.

"Hell yeah. I'll get on my knees for you anyday just to taste some of that," I said licking my lips.

My driver looked back at me like I was crazy shaking his head.

"You sound so fucking gay! But for real I'm going to swing through give me your address, fuck boy," she said.

"Why can't I just come pick you up?" I asked.

"I'm good just text me the address," she said before hanging up. She need to cut the bullshit and stop playing. I ain't got time for games.

H A M P T O N
I wrapped my towel around my body stepping out of the shower. I dried my body off and put some lotion. I wrapped my hair into a towel before going to get undergarments. I put on some fitted jeans that hugged me perfectly and a red V-Neck. I slipped on my red converse.

I opened his files reviewing them not believing what I saw.

Born to Melissa and José Santiago. Hometown: Cartagena, Colombia. NO GREEN CARD.

He's illegal I see. Surprised he isn't looking for a woman to marry. I slipped on my pea coat and grabbed my laptop and files. I locked up my home and got in my car following the address Pierre gave me.

I pulled up this Mexican style mansion. It looked really nice. I pulled my car up to the gate. "Speak," A mexican man said.

"Nigga oh! Open this fucking gate. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have no fucking job. My name's Blues," I said and I heard the gate being unlocked before pulling in.

Two young boys helped me out of my care. I handed my keys to one. "Don't scratch my shit," I said. It seemed as if Pierre was having a get together. Thought it was just going to be us two? Guess not.

Pierre came out the door embracing me in a hug. "I should've told you. Yeah my family is over today and a couple of friends, but don't worry I have the perfect dress for you, love," Pierre said. He grabbed my hand leading me into the house and into the master bedroom I'm guessing?