The Kingpin's Sister

Part 5

Zan

Had I actually thought that this girl would listen? Clearly, she was going to be a handful.

The minute I'd seen that card, I'd known who was after her. It was the card of the Widow. A woman you would never see coming who killed for pay.

Someone had taken a hit out on Mia, something Eric had understood from even where he was in a damn prison cell. Sending Mia away while it had been the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, something he'd struggled with daily, it had been the wisest move.

I called on my way from the warehouse, driving through the city. It rang and rang until finally Mia's soft seductive voice answered through voice mail and she spoke in French.

"Mia call me the fuck back," I hung up and continued to maneuver through the traffic that seemed heavier than ever. I just wanted her little ass to be okay; if I fucked up and something happened to her on my watch Eric would say fuck our friendship and blow my brains out.

And I'd let him. Mia was to important to me  for me to let something happen to her.

I thought about how fucking beautiful she'd gotten in her years away from New York. How full her lips were now; lips that could suck a bottle of Coke dry in seconds. Her brown eyes that had a hint of hazel could make a man obey her every command and the curves on her body made me want to explore them like a back road in Virginia.

My cock stirred in my pants.

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Mia

My head was spinning after the drink the guy had slipped me. He had me in an alley and I was trying to push him away.

"Come on baby," his hands were slidding all across me and I couldnt muster the strength to push him away. All I could think was not again as the lights in the alley way blurred and spun around. "You know you want this."

I could hear the music pounding away in the club and I heard someone dumping trash. We had to have been near the dumpster from the sound of the trash sounded hitting metal and the stench of garbage in summer heat spewed around us.

"Huh-elp" I managed a cry so weak that only he could hear. He laughed at me and I knew I was going to have to give into the situation.

"Cant nobody hear you back here bitch," he sneered as his hand closed around my throat with both hands and he began to choke me cutting off my air supply.

I knew I shouldve stayed home but I'd wanted to go out and feel the city on my skin. I hadnt felt so alive for years.

I tried again to push him away but I was to weak and loosing breath and just like that I heard someone say something.

"You a real fucking scum bag, trying to rape a girl in an ally."

I felt the guy let go and air flooded back into my mouth and into my lungs. I almost clawed at the gate of the garbage can cubicle.

A gun went off and blood sprayed all across my face. I couldnt even let out scream when it happened.

My vision cleared a bit and I watched Zan tuck his gun into his waistband and there was another black guy with him whom he said something to then walked off in the direction of the club. The world continued to sway as he came closer and picked me up.

My attackers body had fallen in the way and Zan gave him a sharp kick before picking me up. I wanted to cry hysterically.

Zan's voice was calm. "Ive got you baby," he cradled me and carried me to the car.
I collapsed into him feeling safe.