"I shake my ass because it pays the bills, you shake your ass because you want to escape; we are NOT the same." Chanel spat.
In a world where two dominating elites meet. A-list Corporate Attorney; Athena Lennox by day and stripper Addiction by nigh...
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The sleeves on his white button down was rolled up to his elbows and the anger that was displayed on his face gave a clear indication that he was in the mood to fuck some shit up. "You want to run this bullshit ass story by me again?" He roared at the man that was tide up in the chair battered and bruised.
The man coughed out blood, "I-I already told you what happened. I didn't stea-." He started to lie again but Remy punched him harder than he did before knocking him and the chair on the floor as he screamed out in agony.
Smirking, he bent down to be eye level with the man. "If it's one thing I hate is liars. I feel like the world is already hard enough, all you had to do was tell me the truth and I would've just let you go but that lying got your ass about to sleep with the worms."
Remy took his leg and stomped it so hard on the guy side that he watched as all the air in his lungs get sucked in and as it never came back out indicating that he had knocked all the wind out of him literally. He walked over to the head of his security Leo and took the cloth from his hands to wipe his own clean. "Find out why the fuck he was stealing from me."
Leo nodded as Remy gave him back the cloth and rolled the sleeves to his button up back down to his wrist before making his way up from the basement of his office building. "Got me looking like a wrinkly motherfucker that don't iron his clothes." He grumbled.
The man that Remy had just killed was a manager at one of his local luxury car washes who he'd discovered had been pocketing money from the moment he started working for him one year ago and Remy didn't take kindly to people taking what was his when they could just ask to receive.
If it was one thing that he wasn't selfish about was money. He'd give the world because he knew that it was something that was going to spin the block again. However, he was selfish when it came to his woman and his family. Those were the two aspects of his life he had no intention on disrespecting or allowing others to take from him.
"Mr. Atkins, Mr. Palmer is waiting in your office for you." His assistant Lia told him before smiling and walking off without waiting for a response from him.
"Thank you." He called after her.
Jerome looked up from his phone after hearing footsteps coming closer to him. "Got any answers?" He asked Remy who'd greeted him with their sacred handshake.
Remy shook his head and shrugged on his jacket. "Nah, he out my way tho."
"Dang, that easy? You washed your hands in it?"
"Most definitely. You know it don't take me long to get it dirty again when I'm feeling played with like a guitar."
Jerome nodded and stroked his beard before sitting down. "Glad we left all of that behind us. Mercedez is extremely happy for our upcoming wedding."
