The pain she expected did not come. She opened her eyes closely and saw that Simon was on the floor, holding his legs. His face was twisted in pain. Shawty raised her head and looked up. She saw that the person who actually shot him was the man who came in earlier and tied her. She frowned, wondering why he was helping her.I hope it is not like she was escaping from the fry pan to the fire instead."Who are you? You are not Elliot," Simon said in a confident tone.The man, ‘Elliott, just smiled. "Did you not message me to come here? You still don’t know or recognize me?" The man asked with a smile.Simon was stunned; he pointed his finger tremblingly and said, "YYou are Fredrick? How come?" He asked in shock.Shawty was also shocked; no wonder she felt that the man was awfully familiar, so it was actually Fredrick, just like she expected. She did not expect him to really come.Fredrick just smiled."You cannot escape; before you are able to leave here, my men will kill you," Simon sa
Shawty had one goal in mind as she sat down at the bar, exhausted from partying on the dance floor; her ankles were killing her, especially since she had two knives hidden inside her heels as precautions. The nightclub kept up its energy, its customers dancing to the rhythm unaware of the predator that stood just a couple feet from there.She surveyed her mark, a plump, greedy-looking man who was shoveling food and drinks into his mouth. He was surrounded by bodyguards and several women, but despite that, Shawty knew his attention was solely on her. He had been staring at her while she danced, mesmerized by the flexibility of her hips, and with only one thought on his mind, how could he get her to move like that for him?The man signaled to one of his men to come closer, and with a quick whisper to one of his subordinates' ears, he walked towards Shawty with practiced steps. He sat down on a seat beside her, cleared his throat, and ordered two drinks.“This one is for you.” He spoke sw
While no one is looking, Roderick reaches into his pocket and brings out a vial containing a white powder, he pours it into her drink and shakes it to ensure it dissolves. He orders another drink for himself and begins sipping it.Shawty returns from the bathroom, the stain is there but it’s barely visible, she returns to her seat. Roderick raises his glass for a toast. Shawty raises her own glass and they drink. The drink hits Shawty hard and she shakes her head, feeling a growing spot of warmth between her thighs.“What was in that drink?” She jokes but she doesn’t let that stop her, she reaches towards Roderick and brings him in for a big kiss on the lips. Roderick looks at her with untamed desire.“Let’s take this somewhere private.” He offers and Shawty follows along, as they walk past his bodyguards. Roderick orders them to leave the nightclub after a while and they were not to bother him throughout the night. Shawty smiles, her prey was already trapping himself without any help
She found her next target, although she wasn’t going to try and kill him; she wanted something more intimate. Her target was tall—far taller than her—with blonde hair and pale eyes, and he looked to be stoned out of his mind. He was sitting on the same chair that she had been sitting on when Roderick bought her the drink. He had a slight flush to his face and was trying hard to hide the raging boner he had.“Did you take my drink?” she asked as she saw her drink in his hands. She hadn’t finished it but now it was empty. She was extremely worried about the man considering she didn’t exactly know what Roderick had put in it. Although her best guess was an aphrodisiac, he had probably intended to use it to keep her pliable.“Bad habit of mine,” The man chuckled, he offered his hand to her. She took it. “Name’s Frederick Taylor but you call me Fred. I’m sorry for what I did. Let me buy you a new one.”He was extremely charming and it might have been the aphrodisiac but Shawty was imagining
“I’ll shower later,” She said as she began kissing him, their tongues playing against one another, each seeking dominance against the others. They stopped to catch their breath. “This is just for tonight. I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning.”“So do I,” Frederick admitted, as he looked at his watch. “We have 4 hours left until morning, let’s make it count.”He held her and looked straight into her eyes and one again she felt like she could drown in the look of those eyes on her. She shuddered, having spent too long looking at him and wondering what was below his belt. Her eyes drift back up and she wonders how she was to deal with what has been aroused in her, literally in the blink of an eye.“What now?” she asked nervously.“What?” He laughed. “Is this your first time?”“No.” She said, although she wasn’t very convincing.“Then let's make tonight memorable for the both of us.” His breath was against her ear and on her face and she shivered in aberrant longing for him, her feeling
“Take me to Hawkthorne academy.” She demanded, she even tossed extra money at the driver, suppressing any further protests. He reversed the cab and entered another street. They were driving farther and farther away from the city.“If you wait here. I’ll give you an extra 100 pounds.” She said as she closed the door, the driver nodded his head and rolled up the windows, keeping the heater on.The boarding school she was walking towards was a beehive of activity, they were having a football game, she stood behind the benches hoping to catch a glimpse of her sister and there she was dribbling past her opponents and towards the goal post. She was the reason Shawty had taken up this deadly trade.Emily Shelliot was like a sister to her , they had been friends raised in the same orphanage until they were separated, the adopters had only wanted a child, months later her uncle found her and took her to his home. Until she ran into Emily again, beaten and bruised on the street by her adopted fa
“Next time,” She said. “Why was he here?” She continued, she knew she had to stay on topic and insist her boss answered. He deliberately left questions unanswered or answered with half truths and would deflect if not pressured to answer.“He wanted a bodyguard.”She shook her head. “Why was he really here?”“When you met at the club. What happened afterwards.”“We went.. To his hotel and-“ She tried to stay calm as she narrated her story. “But I told him it was just a one night stand.”“On any given day, I would have chastised for this inappropriate behavior but I think this would actually make our job easier.”Shawty cocked her eyebrows, expecting an answer.“Your one night stand is about buying into a Russian oil and gas company. If he succeeds, he will be drilling in a multitude of oil rich regions.”Shawty eyes widened in surprise as she realized this was the appointment he had been talking about.“Now our client is a Russian oligarch who wants that company but doesn’t have enough
She wanted to laugh at his corny lines but she decided it was better to keep shut. She was slightly charmed by her words.“You’re delusional.” She said simply.“Perhaps but I choose to use this opportunity to get to know you better.”“And?”“Whatever happens will happen,” He said with a simple shrug, he flagged down a cab. It parked near them and he got into it. “I need to get back to my hotel. Got an important memo I need to send to my company.”“Alright then.”“Hold on,” He told the cabdriver. Then he turned to face Shawty with a radiant smile. “Can I get your number? There are many things we have to go over.”She nodded his head and gave him a burner phone number, she would have to find another alternative way to speak with him.“Thanks. See you soon” The cab sped off, leaving Shawty alone. She watched the cab drive off with the eccentric billionaire.“Idiot,” She muttered. “You’re so close to death and you don’t even realize it.”When she turned on the lights of her mostly empty ap