Ava Bonetti

Part 1 Ava

"Ava, he's here," Brandon Kast said in her ear over the loud music filling Club Lux. Ava's eyes scanned the room and landed on her target. Chino, one of the biggest drug lords of the east coast. The ladies flocked to him in seconds, he was indeed that nigga. "Cuter than I expected," she said back to Brandon, who smirked eying the man himself. Brandon was very flamboyant, her best friend/partner in crime, and right now...he was definitely being her partner in crime. "There's too many thirsty hoes ma, how we gonna do this?" He asked. She giggled at him like his question was the funniest. He smirked shaking his head, as if he were reading her mind. "Your cockiness is out of this roof Avy," he said, calling her the name he called her since they were little. Their parents were both best friends so it was only right. "Thanks baby cakes," she smirked. "Let's dance," she said pulling him closer to the rail of the V.I:P section they were in. Chino's V.I.P section was directly across the room from hers. He had a nice view. "Slow Motion," began to play and her body moved mesmerizingly against Brandon. There wasn't a person in the whole building not mesmerized by her. She knew how bad she was just like she knew the difference between night and day. Ava Bonetti was a 5"5 bomb shell due to her Ethiopian and Colombian descent. Her mother was Ethiopian and her father was Colombian and African American. Ava had honey colored skin with hazel brown slanted eyes, she had long thick eyelashes, high cheek bones and one deep right cheek dimple she'd stole from her mother, her long black hair hung down to the lower middle of her back, tonight in a middle part with deep wave body curls thanks to Brandon, who also did hair and makeup when he wasn't being her partner in crime. She had curves in all the right places, C cup breasts and a nice butt that made Kim Kardashian bow down. She put every letter in the word "bad". "A worker's coming over," B whispered, she smirked to herself and continued dancing. The man, who she assumed was the worker approached them. "Ma'am," he said nicely touching her arm. She stepped closer to hear him. "My boss Chino, wants to personally, invite you over to his V.I.P section. He says he needs company," the guy said. She smirked and step closer, she cup the side of his neck in her hand and whispered in his ear. She felt his knees buckle a little, she just had that effect on men- on any man. "Tell your boss-if he really wants company, meet me in the bathroom with further details," she said sweetly before she pulled away and walked around him and down the steps toward the bathroom. She walked graceful yet dominant, her walk demanded attention and respect and people gave it both. People scattered out her way as she made her way there. She signaled Brandon by brushing her nose with her right hand and he did the same to say, he got it. She went inside the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She fluffed her curls and smirked. I'm so pretty like, she thought, quoting a line to an old Nicki Minaj song. She wore a red Ermanno Scervino bustier lace dress and pencil skirt. It hugged every curve. He suddenly appeared. He was handsome, yet short. She hated short men but she had a mission. "Hi you," she said sweetly. "Wassup ma? Damn, you gorgeous," he said approaching her. She chuckled politely. "Thanks Daddy," she said seductively as he held her close against her. She felt his member get hard. She could at least admit he was packing. She was token of guard when he kissed her, but she went along with him, giving him slow, deep kisses. His kisses were sloppy and rough. She had to go with it until he started pulling at his skirt. She pulled away and bit her lip at him, knowing it drove men crazy. "Let's get out of here," she said seductively. "Aight cool-cool," he said staring her up and down with lust in his eyes. She giggled again. "Come on boo," she said taking his hand. They exit the bathroom. "Meet me out back in five minutes, and we can leave in my car. It's too crowded in the front," he told her in her ear. Perfect, She thought to herself. She smiled softly and tried containing her joy. "Okay," she whispered back in his ear, then sucked his earlobe just before she walked off, he groped her butt. She wanted to puke, she hated her job sometimes. He finally pulled away and walked off, she rushed inside the girls bathroom and checked under each stall to make sure she'd been alone before she text Brandon to meet her in the bathroom and quick. He came in two minutes later. "I'm meeting him in the alley round back, it's game time baby," she said before pounding him. "Damn, that was fast for a nigga as known as him," he admitted. "Niggas fall fool to the kitty cat, believe that," she said with a smirk. "Specially the thought of getting a whiff of mine," she added before she left him to go meet with Chino. When she arrived outside he was already there in his black porsche. She was surprised to not see at least one guard. She got in the car, ignoring the fact he hadn't bother to hold it open for her, any other time she would have left him there. "Hey you," she smiled sweetly. "Wassup?" He asked staring back in her face, obviously still in awe of her beauty. "You seem like that nigga, where's all your guards?" She asked softly, dying to know. "I let them take off- I wanted to spend some quality time with you, I ain't want them niggas breathing down my neck," he admitted. Stupid move. Rule #1, Never let your guard down, especially over someone you don't know. Here she was sitting with a legend, that was in all actuality, dumber than he looked. "My place or yours?" She asked. "I don't live here so yours, I want to see what my future boo living like," he said. Another stupid move. You would think a man running this big a drug cartel would be on his P's and Q's but he wasn't. And here she thought he would be her hardest mission yet she knew it was just her driving him mad. She had the effect on men. With her looks and manipulative ways, she could pry a crackhead out his pipe if she wanted. She gave him the directions and they made their way to one of her family's extra real estate condos. She wasn't stupid enough to let a nigga know where she lived. She checked the rear view mirror and could see Brandon's car three cars back. She felt more at ease almost immediately but never too sure of anything. "So- what do you do?" He asked. She looked over at him then out the window. "I'm a real estate agent," she admitted. "Oh really?" He asked. "Yep, what about yourself," she smirked at him. He smirked back at her then eyed the road again. "An entrepreneur," he said, they both laughed knowing he was lying, but it was the closest profession he could compare it to. They chit chatted a little more until they reached the condo. "Nice lil spot," he admitted. "Thank you- thank you, make yourself at home Daddy," she purred then went into the kitchen to fix them something to drink. She poured them both some Spade. "You good boo?" She called. "Yeah," he responded from afar. She made sure he was still sitting in the living room. She mixed some Rohypnol in his drink. Afterward she went and sat on the couch with him, she handed him his drink. She threw hers back. "Come on- I want it now," she said taking off her clothes. He threw his back as well and watched her take off her clothes. She pulled his shirt off and bit her lip- climbing on top of him. She began kissing his neck and down his chest slowly. She watched him shake his head, trying to gain focus- she knew he was losing his vision and the drug was taking effect. "What-what did you give me?" He slurred. "Nothing baby, champagne, that's it," she lied. She then began caressing his face as his eyes start to turn red. "Can I ask you a question first though babe?" She asked. He mumbled something inaudible. "Why did you steal from my father?" She asked sweetly. He eyed her strangely. "I'm a Bonetti, my daddy, Dice Bonetti.." she murmured. "Oh shit," he slurred right before he passed out. She took her gun with the silencer right out her purse, and put the gun his mouth and pulled the trigger. She then called Brandon to come up then she called her father. "Hey sweetheart," he said. "Send the guys, it's handled," she said just before she hung up the call. She avoided long calls around the time she just finished a job. Both she and her father knew not to take it personal. When Brandon got there he began rolling up the carpet stained with blood. He and the clean up crew could make all the evidence disappear, the difference between them is that he didn't do bodies, but he could clean the whole murder scene. "Hurry up pumpkin- the clean up crew on its way," she said. He liked to be done before they got here- cause he didn't like being around the body for too long. He sped up the process, in about twenty minutes later the clean up crew arrive. Consisting of her on and off guards. They were like distant uncles since they barely spoke, they'd raised her as well, whenever her parents were out of town. They'd been traveling back and forth to the Dominican Republic since she was a baby. Her mother's family had disowned her mother the day she told them his ethnicity. Yet her fathers family fell in love with her right off bat, and she loved going with him to visit. Ava and her little brother Zane visit ten times their whole life- just like their parents loved Dominican Republic they loved Miami. Ava and Zane were a year apart, so she never let him live without reminding him he was younger than her, though he act like he was her father majority of the time. He was much bigger than her 6"7 to be exact, so people automatically thought she was the baby of the family and everyone in the family spoiled her. If it wasn't for her hard exterior she would definitely be treated so. "Drive safe yall," Tony said before they left. "We will," Ava responded. She hugged Brandon goodbye and made her way home to her real condo. Her father paid her a hefty amounts for her job. So her bank account was sitting nicely and she was laying her head in a 5550 square foot, bedroom, 6 bathroom condo at only 23 years old. She had a bachelors degree and was now in school for her masters in real estate. She was living the dream but she could admit it all got lonely at times. Whenever she did get lonely, she'd call Q. Whenever he was in town that is. Q was just a friend in her eyes but he always wanted more. After 5 years, she still didn't want to give him more, he was the total package. Handsome, his money was long, his loving was phenomenal, he was funny, smart and one of the only people who kept her in check but she kept it friends with benefits. When she arrived home, she went straight into the bathroom and ran herself a bubble bath. She then turned her IPod on and connected it to her beat speaker then turned it on low. She pinned up her hair and peeled off her clothes. She went and grabbed some wine, poured a glass and took it with her and got in the tub. She did it after every job. She soaked in the bubble bath. She loved this part of her day, alone- relaxing, soothing what topped it all off is whenever she had Q waiting for her in bed. Nothing felt better than sliding down on him after a long day. She could admit she was an addict when it came to loving that's why she's been on birth control since her first ever Johnny at 18.