Kia In MM
Name- Akira Palmer
Age- 22
Height- 5'4
Ethnicity- African American & Jamaican
Born In- Miami, Florida
Currently Lives In- Manhattan, New York
Occupation- Works at ACES strip club
Kia POV
Walking down the hall to my loft I slowed down, sniffing for a minute. Smelling this familiar Stefano Ricci cologne slowly grabbing my keys from out my purse. Unlocking the front door, the cologne I smelled became stronger. Their is only one person alive, that I know that is capable of entering my loft without alarming the motioning sensors. Shit it's only person alive that I know only wears Stefano Ricci if not Versace.
Stepping inside closing and locking the door behind me I walked in the kitchen, Setting my purse and keys on the granite countertop I-I just froze. The TV in my room was on but I remembered turning it off before I left this morning.
Slowly treading down the long narrow hall to my room I poked my head inside seeing...
Freezing up I felt my heart skip a beat watching as Kash crazy ass was sitting on my bed watching ESPN.
Moving her attention from the TV she looked to her left at the door.
"It's rude to stare..," she said.
Biting the insides of my mouth I stepped further inside standing by the door. There ain't no telling what the fuck Kash crazy ass has planned.
Laughing slyly she got up standing to her feet unstable though. Eyeing her I crossed my arms over my chest keeping my composure.
"What you want Giovanna wh-why you here yo ?.. Ain't you supposed to be in prison somewhere... I ain't harboring a fugitive in my house," I stated deadass serious.
Scrunching her face up she pulled a XD from her coat cocking it as she approached me. About to make a run for it I backed up.
"Nah don't run.. That'll only make it worse for you besides let's not fucking forget who got you where the fuck you at now !," She yelled getting closer and closer causing me to back up more only to be pinned up against the wall.
Swallowing the dry lump in my throat I just looked up at her deep dark eyes. She smelled like pure alcohol and weed.
"Kash please ok.. Why you're here... You not gonna kill me because you would've did that already.... You forgot you used to be crazy about me I know you probably more than you know yourself remember ?," I reminded raising my eyebrow.
"Pfft.. I need a place to crash... I got the FEDs, CIA, and my own family tryna keep tabs on me," She said removing her hood resting her hands up against the wall boxing me in.
Not saying a word I just gazed at her astonished at h-how tall she's became. She got more tattoos.. shaded in the ones she already had. And last but not least Kash is skinnier yet more muscular than I last remembered. Her 16 year old body compared to now is a whole transformation. Shit last I seen Kash she was in Juvi. It's ironic that I'm seeing her yet again and she's Most Wanted. The news portrayed her to be this new age 'Griselda Blanco'.
"No disrespect but if them bitches bomb rush my door and find you the fuck you think is going to happen to me Giovanna ?," I rhetorically asked.
Tightening her jaw unhappy with my response she dryly started laughing making me scared now.
"I think them finding out you assisted me in mad shit before my first bid would be enough evidence to take you down with me," she answered with a devilish smirk upon her face.
"No no no no YOU killed Cassius, Derwin, Jazz, Zeek, Eman, Shyla should I go o-," I was cut off by her grabbing me up by my jacket lifting me up off my feet, forcefully slamming against the wall in the midst of everything. Gritting her teeth and eyebrows furrowed. "Just like you helped me kill Woody, Stylez, and Jack.. And you was on the scene for six other murders and you KNOW I'm not lying bout that shit son so think wisely," She threatened releasing me. Playfully slapping my cheek she let me down so I'd be standing on my own.
