my cleavage show because even with the threat of death men still ogled the girls. When they wasted those last seconds drooling over my breasts, that's the moment I focused the tip of my gun to the center of their skull and pulled.
Come on, Kane. Don't ruin my surprise by being late.
What he hadn't known was that when I left his office, I went into his gallery's restroom and remained inside the cleaning supply closet until the place closed. After I made sure everyone had left, I changed. Just in case Kane spotted me before I did him, I hoped he would think I came to him in a sexy dress because I was reconsidering the invitation to his bed and not for any other reason.
Yes. This is a good move.
Chess players devoted a lot of attention to the opening stages because at the beginning of any game, it was never clear which part of the board the pieces would be needed. So everyone raced for control of the center squares. Power of the middle allowed pieces to be moved to any section of the board with ease.
It also fucked with the opponent's head.
Wynwood Art District was the center of Miguel's and my game board. I still hadn't made an official first move yet, though it could be argued befriending Kane was it.
But Miguel doesn't know I've even talked to Kane yet, or he would be here. He probably thinks everything is fine.
In my head, I switched to Julio's and my game board. My strongest pieces surrounded his king.
Any move he made would kill him.
Check mate.
I shifted to Kane's and my board. No moves had been made by him yet. Nevertheless, I hoped I could knock him out in three.
I need the confidence from that win.
My first move for Kane was the moment I caught his eye in his gallery. I'd been eager to go after him. Miguel bragged about Kane for years and boasted about every death he'd caused. Killing Miguel's top guy would be like taking out his knight. Kane had been the only black guy that Miguel ever worked with. Miguel called him Venom for that rich dark complexion. But that wasn't the only reason. I remembered the night Miguel explained the nickname.
“Mami, you should watch Kane when he kills.” Miguel held me close to him as we lay naked in his bed. “He's just like the villain in those Spider-man comics.”
I ran my fingers down Miguel's muscular arm and stroked the four healed bullet holes under his elbow. “Which Spider-man villain?”
“Venom.”
“Really?” I looked up at him and smiled. “How does Kane remind you of Venom?”
“He's fluid with his movements.”
I grinned. “But Venom was a symbiont.”
“What?” Miguel raised his brown eyebrows.
“Symbiont. He needed to bond with another in order to survive. That's what Venom would do.
He would link up with a guy and take over his body.”
“Well no one can survive on their own. We're all symbiont in some way.” He sucked on my bottom lip and then released it. “I never knew you liked comic books.”
“I've been reading them lately.”
He clasped his fingers onto my chin and raised my view to his. “Are you studying me, Chica?”
“Me?” I climbed out of his hold and nudged him to get on his back.
Still with a suspicious expression, he rolled over. “You know I love comic books. Now all of a sudden you're reading them?”
“I can't learn to like what you like?”
“Not if your goal is to try and use it against me.”
I climbed on top of him, searing my center to the one spot that made him go wild. “I don't need to study a man that I've already caught.”
“You've caught me, Mami?”
I rubbed my throbbing clit along the tip of his cock. “Oh, I'm Mami now? What happened to chica?”
He groaned. “When you're pussy is right here, you can be whatever you desire.”
I checked my watch and tightened my fingers around the butt of my gun. It had been several hours since Kane departed from Julio's club. I had paid two skate board kids hanging out in the empty parking lot across the street to call me when a guy like Kane
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