Chapter 30 You got to do this, Denim.

“Guess you’ve convinced me the best you can, but trust me, this is crazy.” Denim spoke in awe. “I had no clue you were this bad ass bitch who knows stuff of the big bad underground shit.” Mariama smiled and strutted to him. Her fingers trailed his face, like that of a vixen would do to the face of her boss who hired her to lender her vixen services. Denim let those fingers go down his chin and run round its smoothness like there were rough hairs to grope on his chin. “I was that bad, Denim, and I’ve changed not one bit.” She whispered like a succubus doing her little seduction of a soul in her cave. “I know whom to use for whatever I want, where to use him and when to use him.” He raised his brows. He was allowed his way to her place because she wanted to use him for her underground missions, but who knows the mission she wishes to assign to him, and how rough it might turn out for him. Well, he loves adventures as much as his brother does, and he wouldn’t delay in hopping into the