Thatt Partt 2__
Two Nights Later_
Savage__
I lean on the door frame, roaming my fingertips around the glass. The woman of the brothel all walk around, some laughing and ready for tonight's events, other snorting coke or drinking to get ready. Then you have me, in the cut watching. I'm dressed in this lingerie and sheer skirt with a scarf to match over my mouth. I also have make up to cover my tattoos. Tonight is some type of Indian theme in mystery. We have the sequins dangling from the skirts and mouth covering. I even made time to put the red dot in the middle of my head.
"Are you ok?" My mom sniffs over the earpiece.
"I'm fine mama. I'm just waiting on his arrival." I mumble, observing my surroundings. I got dirty stares the whole night being present here. I don't know why, Avant definitely doesn't discriminate. It's all types of women in this brothel. Maybe because I didn't really fit in but I got a knife and a switch blade. I wish one of these bitches would try me.
"Ladies! Front and Center!" One of the guards call. I swiftly make my way to the floor, kneeling down like the other women position themselves. The doors open and of course we couldn't draw eye contact unless told to. I knew it could me no one but Avant, it's not like all the woman would just be kneeling for the President or anything. That would be every human being in this room, men and women.
"Ladies please, stand to your feet. Pretend as if I'm not here." The chills over take my body as I tried to hold character. I really hate this man with every bone in my body. Just hearing his voice makes me want to hurt him. I make my way to the bar, ordering another drink for this mission I had to proceed in. It was suppose to be my mother doing this, but she broke down saying she couldn't do it. Shit, I had no problem with stepping up until now.
I feel his presence beside me as he orders a drink, his eyes roaming my body that stood before him. He slowly approaches me, licking his lips as he slides me his drink. I mentally roll my eyes as he comes closer, moving my hair away from my ear. I thank God I have the ear piece in my left ear.
"Follow me." He whispers, walking around me. I take the drink in my hands, following behind him as I play the plan back in my head.
"Ima kill him. Ima kill him." I hear my mom say.
"Stand down Mrs. Black, Savage got this." Captain says. I know its probably tearing my mother up right now, if she could break into the building she would. I follow Avant to a room that hides in a corner, he opens the door trying to make me go in first but I refuse and enters first. I close it behind me with my foot, extending the glasses in my hands and he smirks taking them. I cock a brow with the tilt of head as I lock the door behind me. He turns to me, making his way to the bed as I stand my ground at the door.
"My men told me we got a new recruit this morning. I knew it had to be you because I never seen you before." He chuckles, taking off his sneakers and shit. I simply nod in response.
"Do you speak English?" He questions. I don't say a word, I just nod and slowly make my way toward him. He gropes my waist, digging his nails in my back as I gasp under my breath holding onto his shoulders. Avant looks up at me, standing up making him now tower over me. As his hands roam my body, I could feel my self getting sick. I could really throw up right now.
I push him back on the bed, motioning him to scoot back with hands. He does as told, I crawl on the mattress and straddle his waist. I buckle his wrist and ankles to the thick leather belts, they're mounted to the corners of the bed. He grunts, flexing his jaw as he looks into my eyes and I look into his. He furrows his eyebrows as I smirk, leaning in closer. I peck his lips through the sheer material that dresses my face. My eyes never leave his as I kiss down his chest. He's getting nervous, I can hear his soul begging for forgiveness.
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Savage Black {Urban}
General FictionSavage Black was born and raised in Harlem, New York for half her life. After her father passes away from Parkinson's Disease, two months later her mother loses her job. Now at the age 21 struggling to make ends meet, Savage tries to make her dreams...
