“Lando is a part of my bloodline," Nachine said. "A grandson who wants to make us all poor,” Flipping back a few strands of her white hair, she grabbed her scarf from behind a pillow on the sofa. She twirled the scarf then snapped it at Panther.
Us poor, Panther thought looking around the tight surrounds. The followers like him don't get paid unless the top ones are killed off. The way Nachine talks about family members, she has been killing off plenty of them.
Panther left the sofa to flop down in one of the chairs to the vinyl dinette set. The set shared a spaced with the personal size refrigerator and a stove. He watched Nachine changed the TV station to another soap opera which she kept mute. What the point of looking at it with no sound? Stretching his leg, he desired his room at home to be like this. "This place is comfy."
“Make sure Lando and Constance are dead," Nachine said switching her attention to Panther. "Including those ungrateful grandkids Dario and Oihane. They'll comeback to get me."
Nachine considered a ghetto grandmother. She had her breast bursting out her low-cut V-neck dressed that sucked to her curves. A gold chain with a heart pendant was stuffed between the breasts. Her greenish eyes made her younger along with her plump lips she plastered with purple lipstick.
"Don't be too long about it." Nachine stroked her hands through Panthers loose braids. Then she squeezed his hands that were clasped against the back of his neck. She leaned forward into his face. "Knowing Constance, they're not Lando."
"You got some time," Panther reached up, caressing Nachine's breasts. Her nipples hardened. "Want me to lay my love stick in you." Panther move his hand further down her body stopping to squeeze her waist. He nibbled along her cleavage pulling back lifting her shaved legs. He carried her to the sofa. She licked her lips and panted.
"I got time," she said.
"I'm make you my woman," Panther said reaching in to kiss her.
"Do what you got to do," Nachine said scooting closer to him. Panther laid his love on her.
The time disappeared on them. Panther gathered his clothes and went to dress in the kitchen. He slipped on his shirt. He squirmed. Panther tried to pull the sharp blade Nachine had against his neck.
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