KIKI’S POV.
I put my hand into the pocket of the jumpsuit I have on as I walk towards the window to find more than six men dressed in well-tailored suits. With their eyes covered with dark aviators and the handle of their pistols peeking out of their pant pockets tells me who they are.
Bodyguards.
“Must be father,” I mutter as I saunter towards the door.
I open it and as soon as they spot me, they stand on either side of the pathway.
“Who is the head?” I ask and a tall, well-built man raises his hand before moving to stand in front of me.
“I am here, Ma’am.” He says and bows.
“Raise your head. Who do you work for?” I ask.
“You, Ms. Kiki.” He answers and I cross my arms.
“Not what I meant. I mean who hired you all to... Never mind. Take off your jackets and shirts.” I order and
