F**k me. R-18
They arrived at Julius's imposing upscale house on the far side of town, the lawyer lived in a large two-story brick house with a gated parameter and obvious security cameras.
"Well, Julius is certainly living comfortably," Zafira observed.
"Yeah, at his brother's expense," kelvin sourly replied with a frown.
"He either must not like visitors or he has something to hide."
Kelvin observed the premises. "How do we get to him? We don't even know if he's inside."
"Leave that to me. You stay here," Zafira said tapping kelvin lightly on the cheek.
She slid out of the car and walked to the gate, she fluffed her hair, adjusted her bust line to reveal more of her tantalizing b--bs and then rang the doorbell while smiling sweetly for the camera.
A man's voice emerged from the small intercom a few moments later. "Who's there?" the voice said.