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Taking in a deep breath, I let it out along with all the residual feelings I had for Marcus. It’s time I let my past go. Turning to my future, I climb back in bed with him, and lay my head on his chest.

“I won’t let him ruin us,” I whisper to Nico.

He chuckles. “Marcus is just talking out of emotions. How much do you want to bet, you’ll never hear from him again.”

I pray Nico’s right.

CHAPTER 18

Everything Connects

Marcus

“N

oooo,” the sound of groans behind me blends in with my own disappointment.

“Fuck.” Welp, there goes my three hundred dollars down the drain. I’m not nearly as good at horse racing as I am at sports.

Part of me feels bad about lying to Tiffany about all my progress. Not only did I not go to rehab for the gambling, I ran up another debt. Not with Saint this time. If I don’t give my bookie $20,000 by the end of the week, he’s going to take my legs.

I finish the whiskey in my glass before sliding it back to the bartender. My phone rings on top of the counter. I don’t answer it. I already know who it is.

My new girlfriend isn’t as understanding as Tiffany. By now, she knows I’ve taken the money out of her purse. This is probably her last straw with me.

This is why I have to get my girl back. I know I’m to blame for losing Tiffany. I fumbled her heart so many times. Even as far back as high school I constantly fucked up. She had so many reasons to leave me, especially after the shit with her mama. However, she believed in us, and stayed by my side through it all. She wanted nothing but the best for me.

Pulling my last twenty out of my pocket. I lay it under my cup before getting to my feet. The room spins momentarily. I have to get my shit together if I was going to interrupt Tiffany’s wedding tomorrow.

I meant what I told that muthafucker yesterday. I’m going to do everything in my power to ruin their relationship. Even if I have to put a bullet in that dude. I need my girl back. I know that if I have her, she will help me out of this situation. Tiffany will always have my back. It took me losing her in order to realize how valuable she was to me.

Stumbling out of the bar, I make it to my car. It crosses my mind not to drink and drive seeing as that’s how all my trouble started.

I’d been drinking with the team celebrating our win against the Bulls. I had a shorty on my lap that was whispering in my ear all the freaky shit she wanted to do to me. We left the club together and headed to a hotel. She was lying over the seat giving me that type of head that you pay for. I don’t know when my eyes closed, but when I opened them, I realized I was in the wrong lane and a car was heading toward me. The other car blared their horn, and I swerved out of the way losing control. The chick was uninjured and took off on me. I remember her saying something about not wanting her husband to know she was in my car.

I broke my leg in two places that night and I never fully recovered. A year later my team was letting me go.

All that plays back in my head as I pull my keys out of my pocket and pop the locks on my door. As soon as I reach the driver’s side, the keys slip from my hand. Bending to pick them up, the world spins. I take a minute to right myself again, then I stand back up. Immediately, something is placed over my head, and I’m grabbed from behind. I struggle with the tight grip until something pinches the side of my neck. Soon after, everything goes dark.

I come awake abruptly and take in my surroundings. I’m in some sort of basement area. The concrete walls and floor along with the low ceilings and small windows give away the location. An empty metal chair is in front of me. Somewhere in the room is the sound of water dripping slowly.

After taking in my surroundings, I pay attention to my body. Nothing is injured, but my hands are tied behind my back as I sit in a chair.

“Oh good, you’re up,” a man’s voice says from behind me. I turn my head trying to get a view of who is back there. I can barely see over my shoulder, but the person that spoke comes around to face me.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask the white dude with the big ass nose.

He flips the chair in front of me around, then sits down backwards in that cocky asshole kind of way. Propping his tattooed arms on the back of the chair, he smiles coldly at me.

“Some call me Ghost, some call me Death. Hell, I’ve even been called your worse fucking nightmare. My name doesn’t matter. Why you’re here is the important question.”

I hate muthafuckers that play these childish ass games. Instead of cursing him out, I grit my teeth and ask.

“Why the fuck am I here?” Sadly, I owe so many people I don’t even know who could’ve kidnapped me.

He gives me another one of those cold smiles. “Have you forgotten? You still owe Saint a debt.”

My heart races. Until that whack ass Basille was almost shot, I forgot about Saint. He was serious about our debt being paid when he took Tiffany. I haven’t heard anything from him since that phone call. I hate that Tif got involved, but that deal of her paying off my debt was too sweet to pass up.

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