Addicted 2 Moni

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Diamond Pov

<same day- 7:40pm>

(WARNING ALOT OF SEXUAL CONTENT IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPTER. I EXTENDED IT FOR ALL MY FREAKY READERS. IF YOUR NOT HORNY OR TURNED ON MY THIS YOU DOING IT WRONG!!!)

I swear I told myself I would never do no shit like this, But a mf is broke as hell out here!

Every person I know in my life is gone.

Except for my younger brother, Damion. He's 15 years old and he has down syndrome. He's my whole heart really, if no one else understands him then I do. He's in the hospital right now and they threatening to take him away from me because I cant pay the bill. I wanted to get him into this special needs facility where people can actually assist and cater to his needs, but I can't afford that shit either.

One way or another I gotta get this paper. I can't let them take away the only person I got left. My homegirl told me about this mafia lord named Anthony and about his crew. Word on the street of is that he runs all of Chicago, 12 and that can't a mf do with out his say so or without him finding out about it.

She told me about how he be recruiting girls to work in his crew. She said it would be a lot to stomach but that the money was fast and put me on game.

I have no idea what I've gotten myself into, but the way that man looked at me....its too late to back out now. He's got these soul piercing eyes that had me melting all over the floor like hot butter.

"Aye new girl put these on," an older lady snaps me out of my thoughts. She hands me a lace wig , a gold chain fishnet top, pumps and a nude thong.

"I dont see a bra, " I say.

"Honey you won't need it. Trust," she says handing clothes to the next girl.

I slowly nod my head going to change.

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After getting dressed I stuff my natural hair under the wig and lay down the baby hairs. My make up is already done before I came, a natural look nothing too dramatic.

I look over my figure in the mirror. The chain top stops just inches below my waist slightly cover my thong. Without a bra my titties are exposed out with my nipple piercings. I turn to the side looking at how the thong shapes my ass.

I rub some lotion on my arms and legs topping off with some random perfume that smelled decent enough.

"Make that money. Don't let it make you," I quote Diamond from 'The Players Club' giving myself one final look over.

I step back into the room seeing all the other girls mingling. Some are being fucked on beds full of money while another girl is on the couch giving a nigga top while he makes it rain on her.

I don't plan on doing any of that any time soon so I walk over to the bar taking a seat by the older girl who gave me the clothes.

"It gets easier honey...trust," she says sliding me a shot.

"I hope so," I say taking the shot throwing it back into my mouth.

"Aye come fuck with me baby, " I feel a voice say behind me.

"She's spoken for," the older lady says as I turn to look at the man.

He's handsome with his tall figure and light complexion.

He takes one look at me and smacks his lips before walking away to another girl.

"I don't recall anyone speaking for me, " I turn back to her in my seat.

She takes the necklace around my neck into her palm.

"As long as you wear this necklace you are," she grins.

"Meaning?" I look down at it.

"Meaning that the boss chose you, " she says.

"Chose me for what," I scrunch my face.

"This is the boss's insignia. As long as you wear this you are his property. As long as you wear this no man other than him can touch you. If anyone ever does harm to you they'll answer to him, "she lets go of it letting the cold metal rest against my chest.

"How the hell am I suppose to make money if no one else can touch me," I say.

"Honey. He is the money. That insignia," she points to it.

"Can get you almost anything you want," she finishes.

I don't think I like the idea of being anyone's property.

I feel a dark figure behind me. I turn around looking up at a tall muscular man staring down at me.

"The boss wants to see you," he says. I look over at the older girl and she nods.

"If you've forgotten anything I've told you remember this: Do what ever he says, always look him in the eye and never ever question him," she says.

I nod my head downing another drink before following the man.

He leads me to an office.

"Just go up the elevator in the back," he points.

" Okay. Thank you," I say to him.

I looks over him. He kind a fine with his swoll muscles and tan skin, and deep hazel eyes.

Definitely fuckable.

He stares at me for a moment before leaving the office closing the door behind him.

I walk over to elevator and ride it upward.