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When I checked the tracker upon waking up, I was hoping to get Maceo’s ass, but when I saw Shar get out of the car, I had the idea to snatch that bitch up. The guy tailing her was just like the cop, a casualty of war. If I didn’t kill him first, I wouldn’t have gotten to her.

“Nasty asses,” I mumbled as I watched a video of Maceo hitting Shar from the back.

She had a ton of videos of them. Was sex the only thing they did? Too bad I didn’t get a chance to test drive him before I killed him. Then again, it was best that I hadn’t. Just from the way he was tearing her ass up, I might have been tempted to keep him around longer than necessary.

Closing out of the photo album, I tossed the phone aside and stood to my feet. Climbing on the table I had her tied to, I straddled Shar as I looked down at her. She really was a pretty bitch. If I wasn’t set on disposing of her, I could make some real money off of her.

She stirred slightly. I guess the drugs were wearing off.

“Wake up,” I said, slapping the side of her face.

She groaned as she finally came to and looked up at me.

“Welcome back.”

“Get the fuck off of me, you twisted bitch!”

“You haven’t seen twisted yet. I thought you would have liked being strapped down. I’ve seen the videos. Man, you’re a dirty little slut. It’s cool though. I like that.”

“I promise you’re gonna die a violent death.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see how long it takes your boyfriend to find you.”

She gave me a smug look. “I’m not worried about that. Myhusbandwill always come for me.”

“Oooo, husband! So I didn’t ruin your wedding after all, huh? You have to be a cold bitch to still get married after your friends were murdered.”

“You have to be a cold bitch to put a bomb in a body.”

I laughed as I hopped off the table. “I outdid myself. I wish I could have seen it in person, but I heard it was glorious. No funeral for that one. You see what happens when you go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong? There are consequences, baby.”

“Consequences? You don’t think you’ll pay the price for everything you’ve done, Charity? All the innocent lives you helped take? All the families you destroyed?”

I gave her a slow clap. “You feel good up on that soapbox, boo? Save your attempt at making me see the error of my ways.”

“What happened to make you so damn evil and heartless? Like, what are you getting from all of this?”

“Paid. At least I was until you, your little husband, and his flunkies got in my way. I guess I should say you wereputin my way, thanks to my backstabbing brother and my father’s best friend. It’s true that family fucks you over the hardest. I guess it’s fair because I fucked him over first.” I laughed to myself. “I didn’t expect his get back game to be like this. Turns out he infiltrated your organization and put you all on my trail, unbeknownst to me. That’s why you found me with the last group. I wanted to know just who was fucking up my money.

“If it wasn’t for you, I could have easily taken out your man. Maceo didn’t have a clue because, like most men, he’s stupid. They see a pretty face and a fat ass and don’t think about the possibility that a bitch is dangerous. See, the plan was to charm him right out of his boxers. Once I put this pussy on him, I promise I could have gotten whatever I wanted from him. But you? You were on me from the jump, so I had to improvise.”

Shar laughed. “No,youwere stupid. You didn’t hide your hand very well. I’m from the hood, and I grew up around real niggas. I’ve been a real bitch since I popped out of my mama’s pussy, and I know when a ho is up to something. I should have beat your ass when you kept asking about my man, but I let you live.”

“Let me live? Girl, you are no match for me.”

“Let me off this table and we can run it.”

I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the table off to the side. “You have heart. I like that. Let’s see how long you can keep that same energy.” I picked up a knife and walked back over to her. “Take your pick. What should I cut off of you first?”

“Get the fuck away from me!” she screamed, trying to free herself from the shackles.

“The more you fight it, the more it’s gonna hurt. How about this pretty little ring finger?”

I grabbed her hand, but she balled her fist up.

“Open it,” I said, putting the knife to her throat.

This bitch spit in my face. “Fuck you!” she screamed.

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