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Chapter 34

Kamari walked out of prison feeling like a million bucks. He hadn’t been locked up long but, being that he’d never been to jail before, it felt like a lifetime. His only friend and right-hand man, Lawrence, was right there waiting for him. Kamari wasn’t out of the woods yet with his charges, but he was confident that he would get off with little to no time. He would much rather fight his charges on the streets versus being caged up like an animal. Kamari didn’t know what he had done to have so much good fortune, but he wasn’t going to question it. The lawyer who’d come to see him had to be sent from heaven, and Kamari appreciated the blessing. The terms of the deal were something that would benefit all who were involved and Kamari was happy to help.

“What’s good fam?” Lawrence asked as he gave Kamari a one-armed hug.

“Not a damn thing. I’m just happy to be free,” Kamari replied.

“I got all your shit at the house if you wanna go shower and change clothes,” Lawrence said.

Kamari knew that he didn’t mean to, but Lawrence had changed his happy demeanor in a matter of seconds. He’d unintentionally reminded Kamari that he no longer had a wife or a home to go back to. Kamari was shocked when Demi paid him a visit while he was still in jail. Kamari got excited about the possibility of her having a change of heart. They were divorced, but he would have gladly downgraded and became her boyfriend. The minute Demi opened her mouth and told him the reason for her visit, he knew that it was wishful thinking. Demi broke his heart when she told him that someone wanted to buy their house. She thought that she was doing something by telling him that she was giving him half of the money from the sale, but he didn’t care about that. For the first time since he’d met, married, and divorced her, Kamari cursed Demi out like a dog and sent her on her way. He didn’t give fuck about the money; he wanted her. He told her to keep the money and shove it. He didn’t want anything from her, including her pity.

“Yeah, that’s cool. Did you ever find out anything about that bitch Asha and her brothers?” Kamari asked.

“I heard that two of her brothers got locked up not too long ago. Then, I heard that her baby died,” Lawrence replied.

“What baby? I didn’t even know that the bitch had kids,” Kamari replied.

“She was pregnant with that nigga Cam’s baby,” Lawrence revealed.

“That’s good for Demi’s stupid ass. Bitch played me for that nigga and look at how he played her,” Kamari frowned.

“Man, I don’t know what’s going on now because the bitch must have moved. I got her address from a reliable source and crept around there one night. That shit was empty with a rental sign out front,” Lawrence replied.

“It’s all good. She’s a hood rat, so she won’t stay away from the hood too long. I want that bitch and I want her bad,” Kamari fumed.

“You’ll get her. Just be patient,” Lawrence replied as he pulled up to his house.

After showering and getting fresh, Kamari hopped in his car and headed to his destination. He was so happy that his car and bike were in Demi’s name because the police probably would have confiscated it thinking that it was purchased with drug money. Kamari smiled wickedly when he pulled up to the elegant building and killed his engine. He reminisced for a few seconds before he got out of the car and walked inside. He paused when he walked into the lobby and saw Cam’s smiling face staring back at him. He was on a huge portrait that was hung up in the lobby, catching him by surprise.Kamari had been to that building several times and that was the first time he’d seen it.

“Can I help you with something?” the security guard asked when he saw him just standing there.

“Yeah, I’m here to see...” Kamari said before he was cut off.

“Kamari? Wh... what are you doing here?” Demi stuttered.

“What’s up wife? I mean ex-wife,” he said with a devious smirk.

Demi was sexy as hell with her white fitted skirt and matching jacket clinging to her smooth chocolate skin. Black was beautiful and Demi was living proof of that.She was thicker than he’d remembered, but that was probably because she was happy. Cam being the one to make her that way just didn’t sit right with him.

“What are you doing here? Demi asked him again.

Kamari hated the look of fear that she now owed whenever she looked at him. It was never like that before, but that all changed the night that he took a shot at her and Cam. He knew without a doubt that Demi would havecalled the police on him, but Cam was a street nigga. He knew how the game was played because he was one of the players.

“I guess that’s how you got this job, huh. Your new nigga is connected to these crackers,” Kamari said while pointing to the picture of Cam posing with a white man.

“Not that’s it’s any of your business, but I didn’t know that Mr. Blaire was Camden’s father. I didn’t even know Camden when I first started working here,” Demi defended.

“His father!” Kamari screeched.

He knew that Cam was mixed with something, but he never knew what. He had never met his mother or father, so he wouldn’t have known anyway. Demi wanted him to believe that she hadn’t known Cam that long, but her story was sounding more and more like a lie. Kamari had a lot of questions and he wanted some answers.

“So, you want me to believe that you haven’t been knowing Cam that long, yet you work for his pops. You might not have known that we did business, but that’s the only part of your story that I believe,” Kamari said.

“As if I give a fuck what you believe. Get out of my place of business before I have you arrested. I don’t know who in their right mind let you out in the first place,” Demi snapped.

“What are you looking so scared for Demi? You know I would never hurt you,” Kamari assured her.

“Yeah right, says the nigga who took a few shots at me not too long ago,” Demi reminded him like she had to do once before.

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