Wicked

C H A P T E R 2

Kyrah^

KyrahPOV

I blew smoked out my mouth as I watched the little chick in front of me beg for her life.

"Ms. Kingsley please." She cried

I quickly picked my gun up and aimed it at her.

"What the fuck you just called me?!" I exclaimed

She wiped her face "I'm sorry, Mr. Kingsley."

It wasn't that I wanted to be a dude or anything I just felt as if I had more power being a Mr. than I would a Ms. I didn't know why I was letting her beg for her life when in the end I know I'm going to kill her. Something about them fearing me brings me pleasure so I do it anyways.

"Baby you tried running away 3 times this week. If I let you live the other girls will think the shit is okay and it ain't." I told her making her stand in between my legs

Tears were flowing down her face like crazy.

"I know but I won't do it again I promise." She said desperately

I eyed her "You for real this time?"

She nodded her head.

I smiled "Okay then fine. Give me a kiss and turn around and leave."

"Mr. K what the fuck is you doing?" One of my father's men said

I rolled my eyes at him "Shut the fuck up."

She leaned down kissed my cheek and began walking towards the door.

I aimed my gun at the back of her and called out to her "Aye ma"

As soon as she turned around I sent a bullet her way and blood covered the walls and my heels.

I sucked my teeth "I just bought these"

I got up and walked around the bloody corpse "Do me a favor and clean her shit up."

I walked out the room and met up with my father in his office. My dad was Kyrin Kingsley he wasn't a drug smugler or anything like that he just sold pussy. He had been doing it for almost 20 years now but he fell for some bitch and now he's trying to settle down with her and pass the business on to me.

I didn't mind either, I loved what my dad did and couldn't wait to take over. We usually made sales to older married men but anyone as long as they have money make the cut. We take girls from strip clubs or wherever else we find whores and bring them back to our warehouse.

Security is hella large so no escapes. My dad is ruthless but I like to think I'm more evil than him. He settled down and that's something I never see myself doing.

"Hey babygirl" my dad said as I walked into his office

I sat down in a chair "Wassup dad."

"You took care of Ashley for me?" He asked still looking at his computer

I grabbed a kleenex and wipe the blood off my heel and dropped it on his computer "Splattered the bitch brains"