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Songs for chapter
Destiny's child – Independent Women
For the club
Alexis y Fido – Cinco Letras (reggeaton spanish)
Enrique Iglesia- I Like It
Chapter 12 Bella's POV
What the fuck!
Is the main thought running through my mind as I make my way back to my room. I can't believe the audacity this fool has, bringing me a fake cock when he has a perfectly good one; well I would say more than good. I dare say he has a perfect specimen standing up and waving right between his legs.
I can't really tell you if I'm insulted or if I should just laugh. I mean what next…do I go and make him a model of my kitty?
I bet he would appreciate the thought came a little voice from down below. I was kind of surprised my kitty was even paying attention since its still salivating over the perfection that I have yet to put down.
Looking at my hand, I notice my thumb is unconsciously running over that delectable mushroom head and my mind can only imagine it's the real thing.
Why would he think its okay to give me this?
Was he counting on me going insane with need and lust, and hunting him down for the good fuck we both need and desire?
Mind you I'm no saint, I have no shame in saying I want and need that man between my thighs. Taking what's his because my body does recognize its owner, just as I know his recognizes he's mine.
I let out a long sigh…
My body was not prepared for his arrival and the unbalanced state he manages to always leave me in. I refuse to bow to this man and even if in my heart I know we are meant to be, I have bigger fish to fry and today he just doesn't fit in that schedule.
Mr. Reyes has requested that we meet at one of his clubs in an area of Miami called Allapatah. This neighborhood is predominantly Hispanic; with the majority of its inhabitants coming from the Dominican Republic.
Thirty-sixth Street is known as little D.R. from Twenty seventh Ave. until you reach Twelfth, it has little shops selling anything you could want from the island and more. Most of this main road is filled with little bars and night club that cater to the young twenty something's in this area.
It's a proud community and everything is mom and pop owned. The culture is rich and the people are full of life and spirit. The only down side is the shady dealings that go on, under the cover of night.
It was easy for me to do some undercover work of my own, in this side of town. The men never suspect the little brunette dressed to kill, dancing and laughing with her gay flamboyant companion. Nor did they find it suspicious when she walked into areas where deals and meetings were being held. Actually more than once they would ask if I wanted a drink on them or if I fancied sitting in for good luck, never realizing they were all giving me the information I needed to know who was who and who did what when.
My father raised no fool…
I knew coming in and taking over would be difficult in this town. The male ego is a huge son of a bitch and would never admit defeat to just anyone, especially someone that weighs 115 pounds soaking wet.
Men are proud creatures, and I was going to have my hands full dealing with these buffoons. Dad always told me that taking over would be hard and that proving myself would be just as tough, if not tougher than giving birth. Not that I knew what that was like.
Never ask them 'why' unless you are ready for them to go on and on about how similar killing and giving birth actually are… Well to them at least.
They would start off by saying its hard work, the hours of pain involved, the pushing your body until you just can't give anymore, the nausea over said exhaustion, and the blood mixed in with a watermelon coming out of a whole the size of a quarter. I'm guessing that part is hard to see but the way I've always interpreted this was, a small woman taking on a huge fucker ready to rip her in two. I personally just cringe every time I hear that speech but that right there is the big ol' spiel on what lies ahead for me. Don't ask why… mu parents are weird, if you ask me.
Time seems to disappear as you fly away into the recess of your mind and it doesn't take nearly as long as I originally thought to get ready and head out the door.
Tonight's outfit is meant to be provocative and make him doubt my ability. I need to make him think I'm foolish and pretending to be something I'm not. My father always said first impressions are everything and he needs one up close and personal.
My attire for the evening is a very tight and very short royal blue Ruche strapless dress. It barely reaches mid thigh and is paired up with black suede peep toe pumps with little bows in the front by Salvatore Ferragamo.
Completing my look, I add a small black clutch, a pair of Tiffany hoop earrings and a bangle set. Make up is just some black smudged liner on my eyes and nude gloss to polish off my look and make him think, I'm out of my mind.
It takes approximately thirty minutes for me to head down to the club he wants to meet at. The line outside easily wraps around the block and the music is almost as loud inside as it is outside. Couples are dancing on the sidewalk and single ladies are shaking it for all its worth, just trying to get the attention of the bouncers outside and be let in.
I can't help the extra swing to my hips as the music wraps me in a cocoon of joy and happiness. If I didn't love my job and all that was instilled in me as a child, I honestly do think I would have studied dance. The rhythm of the congas and wira' are contagious and the drums bring my soul to life.
I've been to the Dominican Republic on business once or twice and I can honestly say it truly is paradise. The country and its culture are very beautiful, but the honesty and kindness in its people hold a special place in my heart.
Knowing that my time for reminiscing is over and that it's time to punch in has come; I head over to the extremely huge fucker at the door.
It doesn't take long for him to actually notice me. In a flash the ropes are pulled back automatically and I'm practically escorted in by the arm of said man, which by reading his shirt happens to be named Tony.
"Gracias Tony" I whisper in his ear and let go of his arm as soon as my companions for the night appear in front of me.
Jess and Angela, like me, are dressed to kill in their short bandage dresses and extremely high heels.
The girls look at the poor man looking at me like I was his dinner tonight and in an extremely annoying tone say in unison "Say goodnight Tony" never giving him a chance to utter one single word, be it to me or them. They whisk me away while my shoulders shake with laughter at the ridiculous situations I find myself in sometimes.
We walk through the club and head over to a certain roped off section in this little ditty that has a very serious bull headed man standing guard in front of a red rope. He sees us coming and removes the rope letting us in but not before caressing my face and making his way down.
In ten seconds flat and believe me it was ten seconds, I counted, he was on his back whining and clutching his broken hand to his chest. My patience was thin and after being sexually frustrated for the second day in a row, I was so in a 'don't fuck with me mood'.
The commotion made other men in stupid suits come out, looking at the giant on the floor and us innocent girls, they immediately rush to his side asking what's wrong.
Not wanting to look like a bitch, he made some lame excuse of tripping and falling on his injured hand…
The men clearly doubted him and asked us what happened? My answer was clear and concise; he touched what he shouldn't and got his hand broken. All eyes were on me, asking who would dare in their 'hood' do such a stupid thing knowing the outcome. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, I said one word, "Me."
The men thought it was a joke and laughed their ignorant little asses off, leaving the man on the floor to look at me with fear in his eyes and finally an understanding of who I was. Not wanting to waste anymore time I looked at the fool on the floor and said "look but never touch." He lowered his face in a true sign of understanding and shame.
The rest stood speechless and just moved out of my way as I proceeded to make my way to the man of the hour. He was sitting in a booth with a plastic blonde on his lap kissing him and riding his thigh for all it was worth. Completely disgusted and ready to cap his ass for free as well, I roughly cleared my throat and got his undivided attention. He licked his lips as he looked at the three off us from head to toe always lingering a little too long on our legs as he went.
At this point my level of patience had reached its limit and I pulled out my trusty pocket knife, throwing it right at the wall one inch to the left of his head. His eyes bugged out and the blonde bitch screamed, hiding her face thinking her lover for the evening was dead.
"Now that I have your attention Mr. Reyes, could you possibly dismiss the hoe and get to what we both came here tonight for? My time is precious and I'm sure with your dealings that would be something you could understand. We both have a business to run and I truly don't enjoy watching idiots trying to get off when I could be at home trying out the new ten inch fake cock a lovely friend of mine gave me."
I never give him a chance to speak as I sit down and order my poison for the evening.
The girls follow suit and sit their nice little behinds down, staring at the man in front of me till he gets his bearings together and pushes said bimbo away. He is looking at me, and I mean really looking at me for quite sometime. I am quite ready to leave at this pint and have him do his own dirty deed. But then he goes and speaks, leaving me speechless for the first time since taking over.
"You are definitely your father's daughter little girl. No one and I mean no one, would dare walk in here with that fire and strength bringing so much commotion with her and leave one of my best on the floor if they're not related to the great Charlie Swan. You, my friend, are his spitting image with your mother's fire and tenacity and I hope my rudeness will not harm our working relationship and send your father after my ass."
I look into his eyes and he is strangely telling the truth. Not bullshitting me or trying to kiss ass. No, the man is being the one thing I admire most in innocent humans … honest.
Not that he one ounce of innocence to him, but he was willing to give me the one thing he would never deny and that's his…word.
He never gives me a chance to respond. The man just keeps talking and the more he talks the more I smile because this would work. He sees who and what I am and doesn't make it difficult, instead he embraces the change in power and is actually praising it.
We spend quite a few hours discussing his problem and how to best deal with it. Plans are made and times are set. Tanya just didn't know what was coming. The drinks flow and I was apologized to and made very welcomed around these men, only making our working binds as strong as they were with my father.
My daddy will be so proud his little girl was doing just as he would and maybe, just maybe, even better.
It was close to three a.m. when I tell the girls that it's time to go. We have so much work to do and so little time to set everything up to perfection.
Exiting the VIP area, I was met with an angry looking Mr. Masen and the blonde haired man he was yelling at just a few days ago after the coffee fiasco of this week. His eyes drink in every inch of my skin and bug out when he sees my legs are on display for the world to see. He isn't happy to see my attire, and even more upset when Mr. Reyes walks out and bids me farewell with a handshake and simple kiss on the cheek.
Nope, not happy at all…
Well what do ya think?
We finally get to see our girl kick some ass and never ruin a nail…she is so my hero…
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