Bringer Of Death

Chapter 1 Rewrite

Oooooooookay. So I know I've been MIA for wayyyy to long, but I'll be honest I forgot about this. I decided to rewrite it, but add a little 🔥spice🔥. Let me know if you guys like the first version of this, or this version. Again I know it's short. But I don't want to pour my energy into something if it's not worth it. So let me know 😊 Love you guys!!

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Kimora was sprawled out across her king sized bed. She was by no means a graceful sleeper, she had fallen asleep like normal, but here she was laying sideways, with her legs off the side of her bed, using a tissue box that somehow made its way to her bed as a pillow. Her men knew not to wake her when she was sleeping; however, she awoke to a deep knocking at her door that morning. After a couple minutes she sat up and looked around, trying to piece together where she was at and making sure she was in reality, not in the nightmares that normally plague her. Her long black hair stuck out in multiple places, she had flaking mascara caked under her eyes, and red lipstick smudged down her chin. She looked at her bedside clock and read 4:34 a.m.

“Boss?” A deep voice called from behind the door. 

“In.” She commanded and she pulled on her robe. A tall male walked in and she glared at him “This better be good Blade.”

“I’m sorry to disturb you mistress, but we just had a-” he paused trying to find the right word “disturbance in the yard. There is someone here I think you’re going to want to talk to” 

“Who would that be?” She looked at him impatiently.

“Angeloni’s kid. He walked right into the front gate this morning, he was obviously drunk and kept yelling at everyone demanding to speak to the person in charge. The little fucker pulled out a gun and killed three of our guys. I was able to knock him out; I knew you’d want him alive.”

Kimora smiled at him and took the opportunity to look him over. He was tall, at least 6’3, and slender. He wore a black button up shirt that was rolled up to his elbow as he used a washcloth stained with red to clean the blood off his hands. His arms were covered in tattoos. She stood up and walked to him, her robe falling open exposing the naked curves of her body. Blade stared at her body for a moment before collecting himself and staring past her head.

"It's okay. You can look" she told him in a sultry voice as she placed her hand on his chest. She watched his Adams apple bob as his eyes slowly lowered back to her body. She turned and started walking back towards the bed, slowly dropping her robe as she did. When he didn't follow she glanced over her shoulder and asked "Are you just gonna stand there and ogle, or you going to come join me?"

Blade dropped the rag and started walking towards her, unbuttoning his shirt as he did. Kimora sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs watching him as he undressed. He sulked up to her and in a quick movement that took her by surprise, he grabbed her by the throat and kissed her roughly as he pushed her back on the bed. His hand slowly made it's way down her body, feeling every fold of her body. A small gasp escaped her lips and his hand finally made it to the wetness in between her thighs. He slowly slipped two fingers inside of her, feeling around for that special spot. When her back arched and her mouth dropped open in a moan, he knew he had found it. As he massaged it he used his thumb to rub her clitoris, causing Kimora to cry out. He kissed her neck and used his other hand to massage her breast and light tug on the ring that going through her nipple. When she finished he bit her neck, sweet pain entwined itself in the pleasure flooding her body.

When she was done coming he stood up and slowly pulled his belt off. He lightly smacked her inner thighs before dropping it and reaching down to release himself from his pants. He slowly kissed up her body and he got on the bed on top of her and inserted himself. He groaned deeply as the wet heat of her channel surround him. He kissed her neck as he started to thrust in and out of her. She reached around moaning and scraped her nailed down his back. She put a hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back. She got on top of him and bit his lip lightly as she lowered herself onto his pulsing member. He grabbed her hips as she grinded on him, moaning. She dug her nails into his chest and he spanked her hard, leaving a handprint on her ass check. She could tell he was getting close and got off of him taking him in her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head up and down on his dick, she took what she couldn't fit into her hands and stroked him he pulled him off of her and stood up pushing her to her knees. She continues to stroke his cock looking up at him threw thick eyelashes. He reached down and grabbed her face. She smiled a wicked smile before taking him back in her mouth. 

"Fuck you're going to make me cum, you little slut" she moaned around him and kept going until she could feel his hot juices shooting down her throat. 

She smiled and stood up. She walked over to her dresser and pulled it open. She grabbed a pair of black lace panties and slowly pulled them up and over her thighs. From her closet she pulled a black dress that fell loosely at her thighs but hugged her chest and hips. 

"Is he awake?" She asked Blade and she walked over to the mirror. 

He laid on her bed, his eyes following her every movement. "Not yet, I hit him pretty hard."

She nodded and cleaned off last night's makeup before applying a fresh layer of mascara and red lipstick. She looked at herself in the mirror for a second. Her long black hair, dyed to signify the darkness of her past, and her red lipstick, the same color as the blood that floods her past. 

"You're sure this is Angeloni's boy?" She asked

"Spitting image of him, I'm the pope if he isn't." He joked back. 

Kimora smiled a wicked smile at the prospect of this. Giovanni Angeloni. The last one on her list; she searched for him for years, and now the key to him fell right into her lap. She would finally be done. Once she added Giovanni's head to her collection, she would finally be done exacting the revenge she spent a decade searching for. 

She slid on her heels and put on her black shoulder holster. She winked at Blade and walked out the door and down to the cells. It wasn't hard to find him as guests didn't tend to stay too long. She slid in and stood against the wall in the shadows. She took some time to examine him. He was average height, probably a couple inches taller than her with her heels on. He was handsome in a rugged way. He had a large crooked nose, he had a beard that grew slightly past his jawline, but was obviously well trimmed, he had round cheeks, and a scar that ran from his top lip to the corner of his eyebrow. She had to stop or else she wouldn't get anything done. 

She grabbed a bucket of water from the ground and tossed it on him. He jumped up gasping as the cold water soaked through his shirt. He looked around the cell confused. 

"Where the fuck am I?" He whispered to himself. Kimora laughed and brought a cigarette to her mouth before lighting it "Who are you?"

"Why did you come here last night? Were you on a suicide mission hun?" She took a long drag from her cigarette. 

"I don't know what you're talking about" his voice was deep and laced with a Boston accent. 

"You stumbled into my compound last night, yelling and screaming. Then you pulled out a gun and killed three of my men" she stepped out of the shadows, her cigarette hanging from the side of her mouth. She grabbed the side of his face and forced it towards hers, "What was your plan?"

"Who do you think you are, bitch?" He spat out. She responded by putting her cigarette out on the side of his arm, which caused him to curse.

"I'm the fucking boss here. So talk to me with respect." She smiled at his cursing and stood back up. 

"Or what?" He stood up to charge at her, but his arm was yanked harshly back by chains. Her smile twisted wickedly. She pulled out her Taurus G3C and fired a round, grazing his thigh. 

"Tell me. What is your name, boy?" She cocked her head at him.

"I asked you first, woman." He snarks back.

"This is my compound. Surely you're smart enough to know my name"

"No one knows your name. All they know is you go by 'Persephone the bringer of death'"