The only difference, Kasim didn't care for society. He hated people and everything about mother nature. He was definitely a creature of habitat that spent his time smoking weed in darkness. It always tripped Shy out how women would fall for Kasim. Don't get her wrong, her brother was a sight forsore eyes, but he was a weirdo. How could he hate their family business?
Shyim, the only sister of the bunch, loved the thrill that came with money, sex, and murder. She was a deadly assassin known by her codename "Femme Fatale." With a smile that could disarm the most vigilant of targets, Shy lured men right into her Kingly trap. Seducing them with a charm that was both captivating and lethal was as easy as Sunday morning.
Her thrill wasn't just in the kill; it was in the game of cat and mouse, the dance of desire and deception. Each conquest was a test of her wit and beauty, a delicate balance of allure and danger. The rush she felt wasn't just about taking a life; it was about outsmarting her prey that never saw it coming.
Shy was not only the only girl of the siblings, but she was the baby girl of the men. Her father’s favorite. Her father’s go-to. One thing Mr. Kingly didn't have to worry about was his princess falling in love with the targets. She'd seduce, kill, and succeed. Her targets were always men that were drawn in by her charms. She'd weave a web of desire around them, and when they were fully enthralled, her blade sliced through their defenses like a whisper. And her father was proud.
"We're done here. Billion here just copped with a half of a million. You're late."
Shy could feel the heat coming from her father’s facial expression. Kasim had interrupted a very important meeting, and he was late. After the heated exchange, Shy's eyes fell back down to the man that she would soon entertain. She couldn't wait. Just staring at him made her pussy wet and nipples rise. However, the sweet visions of him begging for his life made her nearly cream her pants.
After a brief moment, Shy made her exit to begin pampering herself for her prey. She was gonna change into a sexy red sheer robe, and she would make sure not to wear panties. Billion was in for a time of his life, and little did he know, it would cost him his life and money. Just like that, a half of a million dollars would belong to the Kinglys.
***
“I wanna read your mind
Know your deepest feelings
I wanna make it right for you
Baby, show me
Let me share the mystery . . .”
Twirling around the pole slowly as "The Secret Garden" played, Shy could hear the door. She could sense his scent lingering that filled the air pleasantly. Shy didn’t bother looking in Billion’s direction. Instead, she continued to twirl, stopping slowly to finger her pussy. This was something Shy did on her own. Her instructions were to simply dance, seduce, and kill, but if she found attraction in her men, she’d take things further.
Taking a seat front row and center, Shy watched Billion closely. She could feel his eyes burning a hole through her thick frame with hunger. She swayed closer, her hips swiveling to a rhythm only she could hear. Her eyes locked onto his, a sultry smile spread across her lips as she reached out to brush a loc of hair from his forehead. His eyes never left hers, his gaze filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She had the nigga tranquilized without much effort.
“Billion, do you have a billion dollars?" Her fingers trailed down his chest, her touch light and teasing.
"No, but I have a billion ways to make you cumm,” he mouthed into her ear, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body. His eyes seemed too dark, troubling, but with a hint of anticipation, as he watched her.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushed against his ear. "I want you," she whispered with much seduction.
He groaned, his hands reaching up to grasp her hips. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the hardness of his arousal and the desire mixed with the many shots of Tequila he had taken. She smiled as her lips curved upwards. She knew she had him. She knew that he was hers for the taking.
Shy trailed her lips down his neck, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. He shuddered, his hands tightening on her hips. She could feel the tension building between them as his dick continued to grow.
And then, just as suddenly, she pulled back. Her eyes locked onto his, a mischievous glint sparkling in their depths. Just as Shy pulled the long Hunt Craft blade from her backside, the pressure of a metal Keltech pistol was pushed against her face. Her eyes fell down to the barrel in complete shock.
From inside the office, the guards quickly jumped to their feet, but Mr. Kingly halted them with one single hand gesture. He watched the unsettled look in Billion's eyes that told him Billion was no dummy. This took Mr. Kingly by surprise because men were usually tranquilized by Shy’s trance. However, Shy's sly smirk had been whipped away because she was caught red handed. She wasn't sure if he would kill her, but she knew her father was always ten steps ahead.
Billion began backing away slowly, knowing that if he shot her, he wouldn't make it out alive. The moment he stepped foot off of the plush red carpet, Shy released a sigh and slightlyclosed her eyes. His cologne trailed off, and she could hear the door slightly open. When she opened her eyes, she caught the last glimpse of him sliding through the crack of the door. They locked eyes, holding each other's gaze momentarily.
Billion was still fuming while Shy thought to herself they would encounter each other again. For the first time, since the sweet age of eighteen, hadn’t any man had Shy on a high. It was always business, but today things were different. This made Shy agitated, and her desire to kill Billion only rose. She was gonna make it her business to continue where they left off, but the only difference would be, she was gonna succeed with taking Billion’s life.
12
DALLAS
After a long night of thinking of Kasim, Dallas mustered up enough courage to confront him. She knew he was upset about the letter she had written to Big Boy; the question was why? He knew she had a boyfriend back home. Not to mention, the sexual encounters with several women he had right in front of her.
Why was he leading her on? Why was he showcasing anger? But most importantly, why did he kiss her the way he had done? Kasim was sending mixed emotions. And too many. Could he really be into her was the question she asked, but again, why?
Storming into his room, Dallas had hopes he'd be laid back on his bed as he always did. Dallas could make out a figure lying across the bed, so she stepped closer and instantly coveredher mouth. She didn't shed a single tear, but she stood in mere shock.
A woman, the same woman she’d spent all night in jealousy thinking of, was sprawled out in Kasim's bed fully naked. Her face was covered in blood, and her head had swollen to the point she was unrecognizable. Coming up in the hood, Dallas had witnessed plenty of dead bodies, but this one played a different melody.
