“Steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and they make you king.”
Buried beneath a mountain of student loan debt and with no means to pay it back, Malika reluctantly agrees to a year for year payback program in a remote and destitute part of the country. Thinking that a life without the finer things will teach their daughter a lesson in financial responsibility, the parents of the carefree young woman never expect their plan to backfire. Their plan not only backfires, but it erupts like a volcano when their dainty daughter commits a crime more heinous, in their eyes, than murder in the first degree.
Malika noticed the determined look on Kevin’s face as well as the rifle in his hand. She heard gunshots from outside again and she screamed.
“Malika, get your little white butt in there.”
She struggled to fight back the tears, but she did as she was told. It seemed as though hours had passed before she heard the footsteps coming toward her and then she saw him standing in the doorway, the rifle in his hand, looking taller than he had before.
“It’s not safe for you here, Malika.”
“Where will I go?”
Kevin knew he shouldn’t do this, but it was the only way. “My place. Come on. Pack your bags and hurry.”
When the alarm sounded at six sharp, Malika was sound asleep. She didn’t hear the obnoxious ding of the wind-up clock, but Kevin heard it and he listened to the noisy thing for a solid ten minutes before storming into Malika’s room and shutting it off. He purposely slapped the dresser with his hand.
“What is it? Where are we?”
Malika’s chestnut brown hair was in her eyes and her white camisole top was giving Kevin quite the view. She had kicked the covers off during the night and the dark place covered with the tiniest bikini bottoms that Kevin had ever seen was more than enticing.
Malika brushed the hair from her eyes and focused on the gorgeous body that had entered her room. The man was naked except for a loin cloth of some sort that covered only the things that needed covering, and it didn’t do a very good job of it. His legs were solid and if he turned just a little bit she could get a really good look at everything.
“When were you planning to turn this thing off?”
“I didn’t hear it.” Malika had never been very coherent when she first woke up and Kevin’s delight in her lack of lucidity was not helping matters.
He walked away, and Malika nearly gasped at the firmness of his butt. It barely moved when he walked and she wanted to touch it, squeeze it, and pull the man back into the room and into her bed. The sexy man would be wild in bed and the kind of man that Malika needed. She grabbed her bath items and yawned as she left her room. She passed by the door to Kevin’s room and glanced quickly and then willed her feet to move. He was lying on the bed, his legs apart with the loin cloth between them. A slight smile was on his face, as if he were expecting Malika to look.