Layla Love is the daughter of a notorious gang leader and plans on taking over as soon as she can get this easy task finished. Layla can only move up once Mr. Dave East signs a contract but he decides to have some fun in order to get what he wants...
"You belong to me. Everything you own, around you, in you and on you. Understand me?"
Layla wakes up with the sun beaming on her face because she forgot to close the blinds from last night. She moans as she wipes her mouth of the drool from sleeping and realizes her special guest had up and left.
Layla was currently in Atlanta as she was carrying out some business for her father. Her father is one of the most notorious gang leaders in New York. Of course he didn't intend on putting his babygirl in this situation but when he was in danger she carried out a mission to save him and after she had killed multiple people he knew she was the one going to continue his empire.
Layla was strictly in Atlanta to carry out some deals but decided she should have some fun and sleep with a sexy stranger and ghost him once she returned to New York. Layla has no time to make friends, dabble in relationships and etc.
She finally rises after texting her 'sneaky link' that she enjoyed herself and laughed to herself when she saw he had also enjoyed himself when the only thing he got was to give her head. She doesn't bother to put any clothes on and freely walks towards the bathroom naked. Layla has chocolate golden skin that covers every part of her curvy, stretch mark covered body. For most of her life she had been called fat until everyone wanted what she had. Curves. Layla now embraces her body and is never going back to being ashamed. Her phone rings and she picks up noticing it's her one and only best friend Amani. She and Amani had been forced into a friendship once Amani was hired by her father to work in the warehouse. Being that Layla was restricted to her father's empire, she immediately clung to Amani. Plus later on Amani began to mess around with Montrell, Layla's older brother who was also involved in his father's business.
"Hello?"
"Morning, bitch! How was your getaway?"
"I had fun but as usual I'm guessing Daddy got you to call me, huh?"
"Yeah...he said you gotta come back, he was supposed to be in a meeting tomorrow but he had to handle some things..." Layla nodded to herself knowing somebody made a rookie mistake and fucked her father over. By this time tomorrow he'd have yet another dead body on his hands.
"Aight, I guess I'll hop on a plane real quick and be there before 3:00. That way we can hit the club!" Layla says sticking her tongue out and twerking as she books herself a plane ticket.
"I know that's right! I been dying to get out this damn warehouse. See you later, girl, I gotta get dressed."
"Byeee." Layla says hanging up.
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LAYLA'S POV
I finally got out of the airport and looked around for my father's classic Mercedes Benz. For as long as I could remember it was me, my older brother and my father. My mother passed when I was born and despite him being solely street smart he put me and Montrell first and placed many people in his business in order to raise us but he still kept his hard exterior majority of the time. He taught me to be tough and not to let anybody see me down because that's when they kick you.
His car pulls up and I open the passenger and throw my duffel in the back.
"Hey, Dad."
"Wassup, baby girl. You handle ma business?"
"What do you think?" I say side-eyeing him.
"Don't get popped in the mouth. I asked you a question." He said shaking his head. "Your mother's child." He mumbles.
"You know I gotchu, pops. Anyways, what's this meeting about?"
"Well I had some rookies out on Broad St and they started some shit. So now I gotta take care of that while you talk to their leader and sort things out."
"Can I do the 'popping niggas in they shit' part? Ion really feel like sitting at a desk negotiating and what not."
"Watch your mouth. And I keep telling you negotiating is just as big of a part in this as 'popping niggas in they shit'."
"Aight, whatever." I say sinking into the chair as he drives. I scroll my phone while he drives back into the city.
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"If you a top-notch bitch lemme hear ya holler!" I sing along to Aye Ladies as I curl my hair. I was getting ready to go to the club with Mani and I was planning on having a good ass time too. I start shaking my butt from left to right with no effort as I move to the rhythm.
"Get the fuck out this bathroom! The club gone be packed, you gone sweat that shit out before you even get to dance if you don't get outta here!" Mani yells. I open the door and step out. I put this little white number that showed off my shoulders and legs. I was living for it.
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"Alright I'm done. Go in my nightstand and get the vodka, bitch." She goes to pull it out and looks back at me.
