Don't Judge Me

Hey guys this is a new story. It most definitely has a new twist. It's a collaboration of prncess4lyfe & TipHarris creative thinking ;). This book will take you on a journey so Enjoy.

SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER & VIOLENCE YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THESE TYPES OF THINGS DON'T READ THIS BOOK. IT HAS A FREQUENT APPEARNACE

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I layed there wishing this could be over, I felt him going faster so I knew he was about to cum. I squeezed my pussy muscles really thight hoping to finish him off quickly. I was right, I felt hot sperm going into me and heard him grunting his satisfaction. I felt so dirty!

No this was not my lover, not even a boy toy. This was one of my dads "business partners" my dad Lucius is the biggest drug lord and being his daughter came with serious requirements. I was doing one of the many right now. Having sex with a stranger to get the new drugs my dad needs.

I'm a beautiful girl, since my dad is from the carribean & my mom from spanish & white background. They also gave me the beautiful name, Alicia, because it sounds good in both of their heritage.

As soon as he finished pumping his nastiness into me, I got up and started to wipe my self off with the towel my dad had our cleaning staff put on the bed side table. I slipped on my clean clothes and went straight into business mode.

"Where's the drugs?" I asked

I saw him point to a big briefcase in the corner, I slowly walked over watching him out the corner of my eye. Being Lucius daughter, they might have saw me weak but my parents never wasted time getting me trained for the business. The drug business is brutal and if you cant protect yourself, it will kill you.

I saw him looking at me to, I kicked the suitcase open with my Jimmy Choo heels and there it was. I saw him putting on his sneakers and clothes. This boy thought he was slick, I pulled off my Jimmy Choos and looked through the briefcase. He was getting ready to run I realized, as I counted it everything wasn't there. I really didn't want to do this, but I had to.

I reached behind my back and pulled out MY glock 19. My dad, since i was able to talk, always told me how to hide a gun, then when i matured my mom taught me that ladies can hide an AK 47 in their handbags. Learning from the best, I contemplated my strategy, I wasn't going to kill him because I knew my dad would torture him or make his men do it. He loved that. Hit him in the ankle and he would be down, hit him in the stomach and he would have a chance of escaping, put those together & he wouldnt be able to do much, so that's where I went for.

In a flash I saw him run for the door, here was my only chance. I couldn't do ankle just yet because he was going to fast. I went for the stomach shot because it was broader and saw the bullet hit him. Yes! I watched him slump over a little bit and went for his ankle. Yes, perfect shot. I watched him fall to the ground. I slipped on my Jimmy Choos and walked over, crunching down next to him knowing that in a few seconds my dad's men would be up here. I put my gun to his chin .

"That was a dumb move, you know who my dad is right?" I asked him.

"You stupid bitch, rot in hell & suck my dick while your at it." he spat at me.

That was it, those damn words to get me into what my dad calls my "no games mode" he claimed its worse than my business mode because im not letting emotions interfere.

I brought the gun up from his chin, and smashed his head into my knee, breaking his nose.

"I try to show a little sympathy and that's how you react? I'm Lucius's daughter, I have no heart," and with that being said I took the gun and brought it to the side of his face, hitting him so hard he knocked out.

My dads right hand man, Quincy, comes walking in first. He laughs and pulls me up off the ground. "I have a feisty little god daughter right here don't I?" he said to me.

Me and Quincy were really close, he was like my second father.

"He called me a bitch." I told Quincy.

"Ahhh I understand." he mumbled, talking orders into his phone. I walked out the house to Quincy's Mercedes Benz with his beautiful tinted windows. This was the routine, I would wait in the car until everything in the house was taken care of.

15 minutes later, Quincy walks out with the briefcase and gets in the car. He speeds off to my house.

As soon as I get in the house, my dad hugs me and turns me around to see if I got hurt. My dad isn't all bad, he just doesn't know how to handle his business with emotions. I guess he's satisfied because he walked off, telling me he's going to prep "the dungeon", I guess Quincy told him everything about that guy Cory.

The Dungeon was not a place you wanted to be especially in my house, it was a room below the basement that had every possible weapon lined up around it and a chair in the middle your strapped into. I was really sorry for anyone who ended up in that chair but hey some people deserved it.

I walked off to find my mom, sitting on my bed when she saw me, she hugged me and kissed my forehead. Baby girl I love you is all she says to me before she walks out.

I grab some Juicy Couture sweats and head off to the bathroom to shower. It felt so good and I came out feeling refreshed. I was hungry so I went down to the kitchen, but of course that fridge didn't have much food, just raw meet and all types of liquor.

The food fridge was in the basement ,which is Quincy's floor. Our basement was really big so it was turned into Quincy's bedroom and office, still having space, we made down here into a hang out spot. I open the fridge and grab 2 chocolate brownies, as I close the fridge I hear the screams of Cory. I walk up the stairs laughing to myself.

Being the daughter of the biggest drug lord isn't easy, but it's my life & I had to deal with it, I'm 17 and I have been doing this for a while now its not anything I want to do but there's no way out of it... No Way Out.....