Page 10 of Memphis

“Thatass? Absolutely. Call my bluff. Say that shit again.”

“You would break our mother’s heart over a woman? Come on, Bo!”

I shrugged. “It is what it is.”

When I looked up and saw Memphis at the top of the stairs wrapped in a sheet with her gun drawn, I smiled, and my heart started doing some of that Olympic breakdancing.

“I heard arguing. Would’ve come sooner but I had to piss,” she explained, dropping her gun hand. She kept that shit on her, too.

My soulmate.

Zaccai turned to look at her, mumbling, “Damn, I forgot how fine she is.”

“Nigga, I promise I will kill you,” I gritted.

“Oh, it’s him. I’m going back to bed,” Memphis said, rolling her eyes.

Both me and Zaccai watched her leave because Memphis had an ass that could make a man change religions.

Then he said, “Pussy got to be top fucking tier with a body like that. She thick as a ham hock!”

So, I shot him in the right foot, or maybe it was the ankle. Either way, I shot his ass.

He howled as he fell to the floor.

“Stop all that yelling and shit. You know I got neighbors! Why you think I used a silencer?”

“Motherfucker, you shot me!” he wailed.

“Just a warning shot. Watch what you say about my woman. Now, get your ass out of here, bleeding all over my damn floor and shit.”

“Nigga, how?! You shot me in my foot!”

“Crawl, slither, I don’t give a fuck! Just go! And go out through the garage.”

His dumb ass actually crawled out of my house.

On daytwo of my captivity, I was fed, watered, and fucked relentlessly. At the present moment, Bo was devouring my pussy while I was bent over the bathroom vanity.

When he spread my ass cheeks and dragged his tongue up my crack, I cried out, “You so fucking nasty!”

Moments later, we were in the shower together, and I couldn’t help thinking that maybe if he wasn’t himself, this could be good. However, hewashimself. He was vindictive and manipulative and heinous. He shot his own damn brother. He might’ve had a silencer on that gun, but I heard Zaccai hit the floor and howl. Plus, I saw Bo cleaning up the blood. He had the whole house smelling like bleach. I didn’t bother to ask Bo why he did it because it didn’t matter. What mattered was he shot his blood kin.

As he washed my body, I thought about how much I hated him…and how much I always would.

6

“I’ve been calling you for fucking days! Why did you bring that man around my family?!” Ray thundered into the phone. I’d turned it off the night I arrived at my new prison and had barely powered it on the morning of day three of my captivity when his call came through.

“I didn’t bring his ass. He followed me or had me followed or something,” I informed him.

“So…you still messing with him?!”

“Is your wife still alive?”

Silence.

“Look, it is what it is. I can deal with it. He’s…” I was going to lie and say he wasn’t that bad. I mean, the dick was good, but to say he was tolerable was not factual. So, I settled on, “I’m fine with it.”

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