The Devil's Daughter - Miami
They called her Kilo because of how much weight she was able to move. She was a silent killer, she was quick on her feet. Every move she made was calculated, the woman never fucked up....which is why she enjoyed working alone.
The situation was perplexing. No one knew where my father recruited her from, no one knew anything about the fairly tall woman. She was different in many ways, her mystery kept me leaning in for more. If curiosity killed the cat, I wouldn't mind dying.
It had now been 3 weeks since she began working for my father. We hadn't cross paths since she's been here. The absence of her presence has me craving her like a crack fiend.
"Ju?" My father's voice boomed off of the walls, sending an echo through the entire foyer.
"Yes, pa?" I tied my silk robe tighter around my body as I made my way down the spiral staircase. My mother went all out with the interior design and architecture.
My eyes scanned around as I walked to the kitchen, assuming that's where my father was located.
My body froze and suddenly my nipples hardened under the rather thin robe, she was here. I'd finally get what I've been fantasizing about since I laid eyes on her.
The mysterious gangster laughed at something my father said, showcasing her pearly whites.
I cleared my throat, crossing my arms in front of my chest in attempt to hide my now erect nipples.
"Ki, this is my baby girl I've been telling you about, Beyoncé, this is the most trusted woman I've ever done business with."
My father's voice became a buzz in my ear as I admired her shape in the pants she had on. The woman wore navy blue pants, with an Armani crew neck. It was simple, but it did something to me. She had money, and apparently she knew what quality was.
"Nice to meet you, your father told me much about you." First thing I noticed was the accent, the way she pronounced her words. She wasn't from here. That's a start.
"Nice to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you." I took her tattooed hand, admiring the work as our hands shook up and down.
She pulled back and so did I.
"Ju, would you mind showing Ki around town? I have to fly out at," he stopped talking, looking down at his watch to get the time,"six."
My stomach was now queasy, but my head shook in the positive before he could get the entire question out.
"Are you okay?" My father asked, a look of genuine concern laid on his features.
"I'm fine." I turned to her, "I'll be ready in an hour." Without waiting for her response, I turned on my heels. Darting upsatirs.
2 hours and an angry woman later, we were at Dolphin Mall. I was doing all the shopping while the very attractive woman received stares and even thirsty ass questions from women that spotted her.
"How many lives have you took?" My back hit the passenger seat as she started the engine. Just by the flex of her arms, I was weakened. That sight alone had me thinking how her arms would look while they're pleasuring me.
