Depend On Me [18+]

She told me to run, so I ran like the wind.

Code Z aka Zamora as Rihanna because she is simply a queen. 

 **Warning** There will be a lot of sex in this book. Straight sex with some BDSM mixed in. Gay and lesbian sex both. A lot of kinky shit in the later chapters. 

Chapter 1

***Prologue: 6 years old Code Z***

"So, any new friends in this pack?" My mom asks me as she works on her important papers. Her words, not mine. 

"Nope." I respond popping the 'p'. "No one wants to play with me. Plus, I don't have time to play with kindergarteners. I'm in middle school." I said arranging my legos making the base of my evil lair. 

My mom laughs and shakes her head. "Is that why you stare wistfully out of the window every time El's kid is playing? You do realize that you can go and introduce yourself like a real kid?"

I roll a piece of lego in my hand and smile. "It's not that. It's just interesting to watch him. He's not like the other boys. He makes flower crowns for his friends with the biggest smile. I'm just wondering what's going in his head."

I hear a strange sound, and I look up to see my mom pressing her lips together while she gives me a look. "That is so cuuute. Did he give you one?"

I look down and continue building. "No, I didn't introduce myself yet, remember?" 

"Oh." We sit in silence and my mother eventually shrugs. "Well, we can always go to their house tomorrow. Deal?" She asks pulling me into her arms, and I nod wrapping my arms around her. Of course, it was too good to be true.

I was finishing the last tower for my evil lair when the lady with the red heels stepped into my house like she owned it. She didn't even take off her shoes which made me frown.

My mom always told me that, if you weren't strong and firm with your words, people would walk all over you. So, I did exactly what she told me to do.

"That's rude!" I say as strict as my 6-year-old self could. Her head swivels toward me and she smirks when she notices me on the floor. "You need to take off your shoes when you walk into someone's house. It's a sign of respect!"

The lady presses her lips together but ends up laughing. "Oh, my. Such a pretty child, you got there, Naomi. Look at her! She's so cute!" She pouts and squeezes my cheeks. " Well, my pretty, I guess I don't respect you." She pursed her lips and her eyes glare at me intensely. I shiver and try to get out of her grasp, but she held on.

"Let her go!" My mom growls, walking out of her office with a gun in her hands.

The scary lady laughs. Ok now. She was just scaring me. "Or what?"

She laughs harder and pulls me toward the door. "I'll give you 10 seconds to run, little girl. I'm only doing this because you are so cute." 

She lets me go, and I step toward my mom stubbornly. 

Not only scary but also crazy because there was no way that I was playing tag with her. A single step made about a hundred of guards run inside my house WITHOUT TAKING OFF THEIR SHOES!

 I grit my teeth and fight the urge to attack them. Am I the only one who understands respect around here? I could probably take out a few of them, but I threw the idea when my mom shook her head. Mother's rules were golden. 

"Mom! They did not take off their shoes! Make them do it like you made me." I whine. Ten, the scary lady said. My mom looks at me with a similar intensity as the scary lady, but her eyes were reddening at a visible rate.