Chapter Sixty
After she had m*********d in the shower, several times, Oba stood, a little calmer now with her hands planted on Mal’s black, porcelain wash basin, staring at her reflection refracting back at her from the wall mirror.
In her earlier thirties, yet looking ten years younger she was perhaps an evolved creature of alien Evolution or the devil, she was too f****d up to figure any of it out..
Obsidian black, she held the character traits of an exotic Caucasian woman and after she had saved Mal’s life they had become constant companions.
Naomi Campbell had nothing on this gal.
Running with Mal’s crew, had been and still was an amazing experience.
The years they had spent within Mal’s hashish empire in Ketama, Morocco as well as the decades they had rumbled as thieves and kill
