****ASHLEY****

"F*ck her hard boys; you are doing well," I said, while pitching her n*pples with my fingers. She let out a soft mo*n.

In front of me was a woman being f*cked by two powerful men with big d*cks. They always do my bidding. They were getting her ready for the work that was yet to come. She was my new woman, the new wh*re that would be working for me, and of course, she agreed to do it.

One of the men put his hand on her young br**st and started squeezing it. She tried to move his grip away, but he held her body firmly. Another man started kissing her aggressively, trying to swallow her tongue. The kiss was hot and forceful.

This was all happening on my massive, master-sized bed, where I gave lessons on s*x. The womanhad a nice body, which was the primary reason why I hired her.

"Please... please boss, help me," she pleaded as the man underneath her placed his mouth on her right br**st and started s*cking. I touched her cheeks and asked, "But you want this, don't you?" She was both beautiful and pitiful, her butt**ks red from spanking.

"Don't you want to get rich?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Yes, but..." Her remaining words were meaningless.

"Don't worry, honey. They're getting you ready for the client, but by the time I'm done with you, you'll be freaking rich." I assured her. Although I was a fan of threesomes, I didn't want to join this one. She was a ******, so they were teaching her how to have s*x to please my clients.

As the man underneath her shoved his r*d into her a**, her mo*ns increased in intensity. It was clear that he was adept at what he was doing, and the girl was certainly enjoying the experience. The man's entire c**k disappeared into her a** which was a clear indication that she was not a ******, despite her claims.

"Ahhhh!!!" she yelled, her voice filling the room as he started to thr*st.

I watched with a tight-lipped smile, feeling my own pu**y clench as I observed them f*ck her. My hand drifted down the short leather miniskirt I was wearing, and between my legs, my pu**y was wet with juice dripping on the surface.

"This is the sound I want to hear in this room," I remarked. "Now, f*ck her hard."

As their skins slammed against each other's and their mo*ns filled the room, I felt a sense of satisfaction. This only meant two things: more money and more women.

I walked over to the door of the room and opened it, turning back to look at them. "I want her to be breathless and unable to walk when you guys come out of this room," I declared.

"Yes, Queen!" The guys chorused; they all called me the queen I was. I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me, feeling a sense of excitement for what was to come.

My assistant, Dave, was standing at the door with two phones in his hands, both of which were ringing. I stared at the screens of my iPhones, one of which showed "Papa Queen." I hadn't talked to him since our last argument about marriage, and I don't want to talk to him now. I had already taken over his business; what more did he want?

My name is Ashley Barbie Gates, and I am twenty-five years old. I am a pimp and the leader of a gang group in Miami. I took over my father’s business when I was nineteen. Since then, my life has changed for the worse. I became a s*x addict and a lover of money, believing that people could get whatever they wanted with money. Because of money, I had the world wrapped around my fingers.

I was the queen of the streets and had a boyfriend, although he was more like a puppet because he was under my control. I was the one in charge of his feeding, so he couldn’t question me if I slept around with other men.

"My queen, are you listening to me?" Dave asked, jolting me out of my trance. He had been trying to get my attention for a while now.

"What’s the matter?" I asked flatly.

"Your father is furious. He's sending a lot of texts, and they're countless," he said, staring at the phone that was beeping uncontrollably.

I huffed, "Who the hell taught my old man how to use a mobile phone? Why is he so f**king annoying?" I took the phone from him and walked down the hallway toward my office, with Dave following closely.

We were in my building, the biggest building in Miami. During the day, it was my office, and at night, I rented it out as a hotel for extra money.

I sashayed into my gigantic office in my high heels. The windows were wide open, letting the morning sun into my office. The whole place was sparkling clean. I loved the red interior design because it screamed me. I sat at my desk and paid attention to what my father was saying over the phone.

"Alright, I understand," I assured him, although I had no idea what he was saying.

"Were you even listening?" he inquired, raising his voice.

"Of course, Dad," I replied.

"So, what have I been saying, honey?" he asked.

"You were saying that…" I muttered, trying to search my brain for the answer, but my brain failed me.

"Looks like I thought you hadn't been listening," he said.

"I said I don't want you to send your mother money anymore." He snapped, and I held an indifferent expression.

"May I know the reason? You know it’s not a big deal giving her money," I stated. My parents divorced when I was seventeen, and they lived in different houses, including me.

"Don’t give her a dime, and that’s final." He hung up before I could respond.

I had no choice but to listen to him. Although I am fearless, the one person I feared the most was my father because he used to be the leader of a gangster group and had connections with bad guys all over Miami.

Dave came in and handed me another phone. I took it and talked to my client for a few minutes. Suddenly, the woman I had just hired to be my new pr*stitutes rushed into the room n*ked to meet me. Her body was covered in s*men, and her legs were shaking. Her wrists were sore, as if she had been handcuffed. I could see that they did a great job.

She stood in front of me, panting. Dave was not surprised to see her n*ked because he was used to his job. He always tried his best to control his enthusiasm around women because he didn’t want to lose his job. I asked him not to have s*x while he was working, so he wouldn't be distracted. She was shaking as she stood.

"They did a great job," I remarked as the men who had been having s*x with her made their way into my office. They were also n*ked, and their bodies were covered in sweat.

"Money," I said, extending my hand to Dave. He quickly ran around my desk, and I heard the sound of the drawer opening and closing. He handed me two stacks of money. I took them from him and used the money to fan myself a little bit. The woman's eyes shook as she eyed the money. I could tell she was desperate for money from the moment she had contacted me through an ad I posted online, looking for new pr*stitutes for my pimp business. I already had three hundred women, and I still needed more. The more women, the more money.

I tossed the first stack to one of the guys, and it hit him on the forehead.

"What’s your name again?" I asked the girl. She gulped and looked up at me in a shy way.

"What was that?" I inquired.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"The way you just behaved; that is not allowed here," I said, jumping down from my desk.

"If you want to work with me, you should be confident," I said, lifting her chin so she could look at me.

"Because you are not just going to get f*cked; you are also required to f*ck the clients too," I said to her, and she nodded.

"I-I will do my best, boss," she said.

"Call me Queen," I told her, and handed the money to the other guy. He kissed the money. That was my first investment because I knew this woman could make me money.

"My name is Melody," she said.

"Such a sweet name for a lovely woman," I told her, and she smiled widely. The first thing about my pimp business was that I made sure I kept the identities of my women secret for my safety. If they committed a crime under me, I couldn't be caught.

"Are you ready to sign the contract?" I asked her, and she nodded obediently.

"Yes, Queen," she said in a sweet tone. Dave placed the contract on my desk with a pen.

"Now sign it," I said. She moved closer to the desk and grabbed the pen.

"What are you guys waiting for? Go!" I yelled at the guys; they were among my male pr*stitutes. I only had fifty male pr*stitutes. I turned around to see Kate, or whatever her name was, signing the contract while she moved her blonde hair from side to side. She had no idea she was signing her life away to me.

"Do you have a sibling?" I asked, placing my hand on her back.

"Yes," she answered.

"How many? Male or female?" I inquired.

"One, and he is a male," she said.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Um, he is about thirty-three years old," she answered, interesting. I knew she was wondering why I was asking about her sibling.

She finished signing the papers and closed them, handing them to me. I took them from her and went through the papers to make sure she had signed all the necessary places. She started tapping her foot on the floor continuously, avoiding my gaze.

"Take this, Dave," I said as I handed him the paper. He took it from me and started going through it.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, no… I was just wondering when I was going to start, you know, working," she said.

"Oh, that’s not a big deal. You can start tomorrow morning. I will get clients ready for you. You should go home and take care of yourself," I said.

"Really?" she asked in a happy tone.

"Yes," I answered. She moved closer to me and grabbed my hand, shaking it.

"Thanks, Queen," she beamed.

"You are welcome. I don’t do handshakes," I replied with a toothy grin.

"Oh, sorry," she apologized, scratching the back of her head.

"Dave, see her out," I told him and sat down at my desk. I picked up my phone and dialed Calvin's number. His phone was ringing in the background, but he didn’t pick up my call. It was quite strange. He never dared to ignore my calls! I tried calling him a few more times, but he didn’t pick up my call.

I was just f*cking horny after watching those guys f*ck Melody, and I also wanted to get laid. I didn’t want to ask Dave to have s*x with me. I had to go to him. I was trying my best to be loyal to him. I packed my black hair into a ponytail with a rubber band and stared at myself on the screen of my phone. I looked amazing, and my red lipstick complimented my beautiful face. I was about to jump down from the desk when an incoming call popped up on the screen. It was a call from my mother.

"Don't give her money!" I heard my father's voice in my head. I felt like I was going insane. Damn! Maybe that’s why she was calling me. I switched off my phone and started walking out of my office. I wondered where my bodyguards were.

****XANDER*****

The sun shone down the streets, blindingly bright. I sat in my car on Biscayne Boulevard, the main street in Miami, with the right door slightly open and a rifle in my hand. I was putting on my police uniform as I had been asked to monitor the street for an hour or two. From nearby clubs, I could hear the bass drum of techno music pulsating, and from various restaurants, I could hear Latin music playing. Almost as loud as the music, I could hear the laughter of people socializing.

Suddenly, the laughter was replaced by the sound of gunshots. What the hell? I looked at my side mirror and saw a horrible sight. A red BMW was being chased by two sports cars, one thug sticking his head out of one of the car windows with a gun in his hand, firing shots at the BMW. The person driving the BMW showed no fear as he kept going. They were driving above the speed limit. I thought this street was a crime-free zone. I stuck my head out of my car and shot at the BMW heading my way, but missed.

"Goddamnit!" I yelled as I stepped on the gas and started chasing the BMW with the sports car driving behind me. They tried to overtake me, but I didn't bring a cop car. How are they going to listen to me now? I pressed the button of my walkie-talkie, "Calling for backup, calling for backup!" I yelled as I increased the speed of my car. The sports cars were suddenly all over me, on my left and right sides, like they wanted to hit me.

"Freeze, this is the police!" I yelled, but they ignored me. I stuck my hand out of the car and shot again, hitting the tire of one of the sports cars. It spun three times and fell on the highway. Now, it was just the BMW and the last sports car. One of the thugs stuck his head out of the car and fired shots at my car. I lowered my head as the bullets pierced through my glass, scattering some glass frames on me. Who the hell were these guys? Where was the backup I called for?

In the blink of an eye, a sports car overtook me. As it hit a BMW, the horn blared continuously until the BMW flipped and turned upside down on the highway. There were no other cars on the road, just the three of us. The sports car stopped, and I stopped reloading my gun. I stepped out of my car and slammed the door, running towards the two thugs that had exited the sports car. One of them was muscular and big, with numerous tattoos and piercings on his face, as well as diamond earrings.

As I approached them, I realized that one of them was Kendrick, the most popular gangster we couldn't get arrested. My eyes widened in shock. Both of them were heading towards the BMW, which was still lying on the ground with gasoline leaking from it and spreading on the road.

I paused as Kendrick's man crouched to peer into the car. "Come out, old man. It's time to meet your doom," Kendrick bellowed, holding his gun with both hands and a devious expression on his face. Who was his target? I had to help them.

"Freeze!" I shouted, sprinting towards them and aiming my gun at Kendrick's head.

"I said freeze!" I repeated, standing behind him. He slowly raised his hands, still holding the gun in his right hand.

"Slowly put down your guns," I said. "Don't try to act smart," I added, as his man also put down his gun in fear. I started to hear the siren heading our way. It was a relief to know that I didn't have to handle all of this myself.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" I said to them as the siren got closer and closer. But before I could blink my eyes, Kendrick acted quickly. He used his right foot to lift the gun from the floor and grasped it with his hand. He then pointed the gun at his man and shot him twice in the stomach before pointing the gun at the BMW car.

"Goodbye Lugard," he said as he was about to shoot the car. I knocked the gun out of his hand with my feet. He turned and punched me hard in the face. His hand penetrated my face, and I saw stars as I struggled to balance myself. I turned to see him get into his car and drive off at great speed.

"Ow, my face hurts." I groaned in pain, rubbing my burning face, which was on fire. That punch was hard. I walked over to the car and opened the door. I saw a beheaded body behind the wheels with blood spurting out of it. He had been crushed. I was about to walk away when someone called out to me from inside the car.

"…P-Please h-help." The voice was barely audible, but I managed to hear it. I ran to the other side of the car, grumbling as I struggled to lift it. Two cop cars arrived, and two officers joined me as we all turned the car over.

The car made an ear-splitting sound, and my eyes widened as I saw Lugard, the street lord, in the back seat; his body was covered in blood, some escaping from his head as he turned his face to look at me and moved his lifeless hand.

I took out my phone to call the ambulance as the other officers opened the car door, helping him out with their hands on his shoulders. "I... need to..." his voice trailed off as he passed out in their arms.