Iris wasn't used to much, she was just a hardworking woman with no past, present, or future. She had no life and found a man that could upgrade her, but the way they meet is far from the usual. She had her doubts, as did he but the two build an empi...
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"Full name?" Killa looked up at me, getting his pen ready to write everything down.
He didn't trust me to do anything by myself. I couldn't blame him I was a stranger in his home but I ain't have a reason to lie to him.
"Iris Washington," I pushed my lips together and watched him scribble the letters out.
"Date of birth?"
"October 22, 1996," my knees were gonna bounce a whole into his office floor.
Just the thought of my life being turnt upside down so abruptly caused me to wander a lot. My mama isn't gonna look for me and it was a good thing I had no siblings.
The only people that would care were my co-worked and my boss, but even then, I'm just a nobody.
No friends, lost all those fake bitches after high school. It's crazy how you can go from seeing the same people everyday to never seeing them again.
But it was fine, I enjoyed being around a real bitch 24/7.
"Married?"
"Nope," I sighed hoping this little interrogation would end even though it just started. "For a man that doesn't like questions you're asking me a lot,"
"Cause I'm the only one that can ask questions. You just sit there and be pretty," he chuckled and I just rolled my eyes. "And you speak when spoken to,"
Men only saw women as a pretty face or a nice body. But never cared about our intelligence or what we were actually capable of.
"I'ma speak when I feel like speaking. You took my life from me, you're not about to take my freedom of speech," I scoffed and folded my arms.
"And what if I told you I took that from you too?" He smirked all mischievous like.
"I'd call you fucking crazy," I scrunched my face up.
"Well," he started and licked his lips. "It's a good thing I am fucking crazy. And if you say anything else I'ma have Boog come in and cut your tongue out,"
I gulped, harder than I ever gulped before. It felt like wind was knocked out of me. I wasn't dealing with any average man but I wasn't about to sit here and suck up to him.
"Do I make myself clear?" He spoke in a low and eery tone.
I was kind of getting turned on by how intrusive he was. But at the same time I was annoyed, I didn't like being told what to do.
"Yeah," I groaned, rolling my eyes at him.
"Good. We can end it right here. Boog's gone take you out and get you everything you need." he took his eyes off me and raised his brows.
"Why can't you take her?" A male voice who I assumed was Boog smacked his lip.
"Because I have shit to take care of," he buttoned up his suit before standing up.
His vision was now on me. He just nodded his head ushering for me to leave out of his office. I blew out all the air in my lungs. I didn't want to go anywhere with Boog. He was the reason I was in this damn mess.
"Where you tryna go first?" He asked turning back to me as we walked out to the garage.
There was over ten cars inside, sports cars to be exact. I wasn't big on car manufacturers but I could just tell these were overly expensive. But I'm sure this was just pocket change for Killa.
He still hasn't disclosed his real name and it made me want to know more about him. Still haven't learned anything about the life he was living but time will tell.
"Philadelphia Mills," I said opening the car door and sitting on the leather covered seat.
"Oh, you ain't know?" Boog chuckled and stuck the key inside the ignition. "We ain't in Philly no more,"
My eyes widened and this week was continuing to get shittier by the seconds.
"Well where the hell are we?" I cocked my head to the side and he just hid his smile.
"New York,"
My life was already stripped away from me. This shit wasn't fair and all I had in my heart at this moment was hate but I had to be thankful for still being alive.
But damn I didn't even get to say bye to my mama. She probably ain't even worried about me but I worried about her. There's times I had to take care of her and I was a child.
Can't even get in touch with her now that I'm working for this wealthy man that tracks down women.
"Who were you looking for?" I asked keeping my eyes on the road.
"What you mean?" He sucked his teeth and sat up as he drove.
"When you kidnapped me. Who the hell were you supposed to be kidnapping and for what?" I turned to him.
"Uh," he laughed and I just raised an eyebrow. "Killa's sister passed away some months ago. Her friend set her up and I'm not supposed to be telling you this but I guess I owe you one. Don't run any of this back to him eitha."
"I won't," I shook my head.
This the first question I asked that I got an answer to. My lips were sealed.
"Her friend works at the club you were at. She did some dirty shit, stole money from Killa, and had his sister murdered." He explained and my heart grew heavy, it was sad to hear.
I wondered who the girl was. I obviously wasn't the match but if they wanted to find the girl in exchange for my damn freedom I was down for it.
"So what, you became a Uber thinking that was a good idea?" I scrunched my eyebrows.
"Shit it worked on you. And nah we got eyes everywhere and all I had to work with was a description."
"So you got eyes everywhere and still managed to fuck up," I shook my head and laughed.
"You not gone let that go huh?"
"Why would I?" I scoffed and looked away from him.
"You right. I apologize," he said in a soft tone.
"Now do the right thing and take me back,"
"You must be out yo' rabid ass mind if you think I'd risk my life for you," he smiled cruelly.
