Bringer Of Death

Chapter 1

Kimora was sprawled out across her huge bed. She was by no means a graceful sleeper, but yet everything she did had a sense of beauty in it. If you got to see her like this you would never guess the pain she was put through or the pain she has put many through. Her past was as dark as her hair, but her future is stained with red just as her lips are. When she was asleep like this, it was known not to disturb her; still, a knock on her door awakened her on that fateful day.

"Boss?" A voice laced with fear said from behind the door. Kimora sat up and looked at her clock. 4:30 a.m.

"In." She commanded as she fixed her robe, "This better be good Blade." She glared at him.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but we had someone stumble in the yard that we think you wanna talk to," his deep was voice, and laced with the slightest New York accent. Every time she heard it, it sent shivers down her spine and right between her legs.

She stared at him expectantly before she grew inpatient, "Well who is it?" She spit out angrily.

He flinched and rushed out a quick, "Angeloni's kid."

"Is he awake?"

"Not yet boss."

"Good." She glanced at him, "I am the first thing he sees when he wakes."

Giovanni Angeloni, the name put a wicked smile on her face. He was he next one on her list; and after years of searching for him, the key fell right into her lap. Of course his son would know right where to find him, and she was determined get the map to Giovanni, no matter the cost.

"Leave, I need to get ready." Blade left swiftly. It wasn't as though he was afraid of her, he merely didn't  want to end up like the men on her list.

She smiled and slowly stalked over to her dresser. She wanted a dress that was sexy, but not so easily stained, in case this got... messy. She pulled out a black dress that hugs her curves and shows the plumpness of her body. She was proud of her larger body. She pulled her hair into a perfectly sloppy bun, and slowly she picked up her red lipstick and grabbed a compact mirror. Men's weakness is perfectly plump red lips. They were always thinking about where they would travel to.

Slowly she walked down the stairs to the holding cells in search of the one this man was in. When she gets to the last cell she slowly she opened the door and stood in the shadows. Angeloni's son was like a modern Adonis, almost perfect in every way: his jawline was sharp, his hair was a sort of golden color and laid on his head in a pile of messy curly. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and stared at him, listing all the things she could've done with this man, if only his father wasn't the monster he was.

The man moved slowly waking up; he lifted his head up sluggishly, almost like there was a weight tied to his neck. He looked around the cell in confusion and his face quickly twisted in anger.

"Where the fuck am I?" He yelled into the dark cell. A chuckle echoed from the darkened corner. He strained his eyes to see who was there, but the spotlight shined on him made it impossible.

"What's your name boy?" Kimora said softly, acting innocent.

"Who wants to know?" His was head held high.

"You wander into my yard, put up quite a fight-" she paused and looked down at his jaw,"-from the look of the bruise on your chin, and then ask where you are?" Another quaint scoff, "Really quite amusing actually. Now, tell me your name."

The man snarled at her, "You tell me first bitch."

"Kimora, Kimora Castle."

"And you're supposed to be important? I've never heard of you."

Angered she stepped into the light and roughly pushed his head against the wall he was chained to and leaned into his face almost screaming at him.

"You come into my yard! Kill my people! And then tell me that you don't know who I am?" Leaning in closer to him, she whispered, "You know exactly who I am. Don't you; Angeloni?"

He smiled mischievously at her, "You are a smart cookie. Listen babe. I'm just here to let you know good ol' pop knows you're after him. He wants to call a truce."

"I will never stop until that man breathes his last breath. Until his blood stains my hands just like mine stained his. Now I won't ask again. What is your first name?"

"Stephano. Mi amo-" she cut him off by roughly choking him.

"Do not call me that," she snarled at him before she roughly let him go.

He coughs before horsley whispering, "Fine. Fine. Anyway, whatever he did to you could not possibly be that terrible. Enough to butcher him like you butchered the others?" His tone was cool, almost nonchalant; he acted as though this was just a minor inconvenience to him. He obviously didn't know what his father did to this woman.

"You want to know the monster that your father is?" She looked him dead in the eyes "Are you sure you're ready to hear the terrible things 'good ol' pop' did to me?" Warily her arms snaked around her waist like they did everytime she heard the door opening. Stephano saw the Shiver run down her spine and watched as her eyes turned cold.

"What did he do?" Uncertainty laced in his voice, unsure if this was something he really wanted to hear.

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Hey! So um I though got this idea in my head at 12:30 in the morning and I kind of just went for it. This is unedited and I have no plan for this. But I just want to give it a test run and see if you would be interested in this continuing? Thank you.

P.S. I know it's short but if you guys want another chapter I'll extend the next one.