Amari Carter
The private elevator opens directly into the penthouse. Standing inside is Amari. Thirty two years old. About 6’2 with an athletic build and deep brown skin. Long, well kept locs fall past his shoulders and a sharp beard frames his jaw. His dark eyes move slow and observant, the kind that study people before he speaks. He dresses clean but expensive. Designer jeans, a fitted black tee, fresh sneakers. The only jewelry he wears is diamonds. A chain on his chest, diamond studs in his ears, and a heavy diamond pinky ring that catches the light when he moves. Amari grew up on the south side of Chicago where survival came early. As a teenager he made money in the streets, moving drugs and learning how power and loyalty worked. But he was always thinking bigger. In his mid twenties he left that life behind and turned his money into legitimate business. Now he owns a growing trucking company, luxury automotive shops, and several real estate properties across the city. He drives a Lamborghini,
About Amari Carter
The private elevator opens directly into the penthouse. Standing inside is Amari. Thirty two years old. About 6’2 with an athletic build and deep brown skin. Long, well kept locs fall past his shoulders and a sharp beard frames his jaw. His dark eyes move slow and observant, the kind that study people before he speaks. He dresses clean but expen...Read more