LOGINWe kept tearing down that dark, abandoned road until the headlights flickered against the overgrown brush. Suddenly, Sophia slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching hard as the car jerked to an aggressive halt.
Marcus blinked, his smug grin faltering for a hot second. "Yo, everything all right?""Oh, yeah, darling. Everything is absolutely fine. Why the fuck wouldn't it be fine, you bitch-ass nigga?" Sophia yelled as she whipped her head around from the driver’s seat.Before heMy heart was hammer-boxing against my ribs, but I didn't let my face show a damn thing. I had to keep my composure. You don't get to be a bad bitch by folding the second a nigga points a gun at you. I took a slow, deliberate breath, letting my shoulders drop, and looked Stacy dead in her eyes."First of all, sweetheart, you can think whatever," I said, my voice smooth, cold, and entirely steady. I didn't even look at the weapon pointed at my head. "But you need to tell your boy to lower that toyshop strap before he does something we both gonna regret. Because you got the whole damn script wrong."Stacy raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Oh, really? Because from where I’m standing, you’ve been crawling all over Evan and Gabriel’s crew. You’re his little shadow, aren't you? So why shouldn't I put a bullet in your chest right now and save myself the headache?"I let out a dry, sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. "Me? Working for them? Bitch, please. If you think I’m on team Gabriel or l
And who the hell you think it was? Gabriel.He didn't just grab Evan’s wrist—he squeezed that shit until I literally heard the bones pop. Then he flung his arm away like he was tossing straight trash in the dumpster.Gabriel stepped right up into that space, his big-ass frame completely blocking Bianca from that clown. The whole hallway went dead silent. Nobody—and I mean nobody—wanted to draw the attention of the devil himself."What the fuck gave you the right to raise your hand at my daughter?!" Gabriel growled. His voice dropped so low and heavy, it was giving pure chills.Evan stumbled back, shaking like a leaf while trying to wipe that sticky-ass red wine out his eyes. His little pretty-boy face went completely ghost-white under all them dark stains."G-Gabriel... hold on, man. It ain't even like that, don't take it there—""So you was really out here laying up with my lil girl, Evan?" Gabriel cut him off. He took a slow, terrifying-ass step forward, and the pure, heavy-ass rag
THE WELCOME PARTYWe pulled up to the venue right on time, stepping out of the ride looking like pure royalty. Bianca was strutting in front of us, acting like she owned the joint, as we headed toward her assigned table. Stacy Williams hadn’t even made her grand entrance yet. I did a quick sweep of the hall, and my heart did a little double-take. Gabriel’s security detail was posted up in every single corner. They had goons everywhere.Damn, this shit just got ten times more complicated, I thought, adjusting the strap of my dress. Snatching Stacy Williams out of this place alive was gonna be a whole-ass mission, but as long as I’m still drawing breath, I’m getting the job done.Just then, the double doors swung open, and Evan strolled in with a small entourage of yes-men. He took a seat at a VIP table directly opposite ours."Look who just walked in. Your deadbeat stepdad is officially in the building," Emma teased, nudging my shoulder with a wicked smirk."First of all, that motherfu
Bianca had been dodging classes and staying off the radar for days, and with Stacy Williams’ big-ass welcome-back party dropping tomorrow, time was ticking. I needed to pull out every single trick in the book to manipulate Bianca into showing up to that venue, or our entire blueprint was dead in the water. I grabbed my phone and punched in Bianca’s line. The girl picked up on the very first ring—predictable and eager."Hey, girl. You good?" I asked the second the call connected, keeping my voice sounding effortless and sweet."Sure, Emily. Everything's chill," she sighed, yawning loudly right into the receiver like she didn't have a care in the world."Listen, I got something major to discuss with you. It’s highly important, and I already know you’re gonna love this shit," I said, leaning back against the sofa, locking eyes with Emma and Sophia who were hovering over me."Oh, word? Please spill real quick, I’m all ears," she said, her interest instantly piqued.
The trap was set, and the bait was too juicy for a greedy bitch to ignore. Emma dialed that private line, keeping her voice pitched down, sounding like some high-rolling assistant out of Miami looking to move a heavy brick of snow. Bella swallowed the hook whole, hook, line, and sinker. She didn’t even question it. She gave us a location—an abandoned, rusted-out shipping yard down by the docks, where the city lights don’t shine and the only sound is the water slapping against the concrete.But what that stupid whore didn’t know was that we already had the feds and the local precinct sitting on standby. We fed them the exact coordinates, the vehicle description, and the weight of the package. We timed it to the absolute second.When we pulled up, we kept our headlights off, killing the engine and coasting into the shadows of a crumbling brick warehouse. A few yards away, under the dim, flickering buzz of a dying yellow streetlamp, sat Bella’s midnight-blue Mercedes.
Me and Emma snatched those car doors open so fast they damn near flew off the hinges, and behold—Marcus was laid out across the back seat, completely lifeless. Sophia had blown his fucking brains out right into the leather. She casually stepped out of the vehicle, smoothing down her short skirt and fixing her fit like she hadn’t just executed a man. She marched around to the other side, yanked the door open, and started dragging Marcus’s bloody body out by his ankles. Me and Emma grabbed ahold of his heavy, dead weight, helping her haul his pathetic ass over the shoulder before we hurled him deep into the thick, dark bushes. We hurried right back into the ride, slamming the doors, and Sophia hit the gas, peeling out before any accidental witnesses could catch us rolling dirty."Man, we need to celebrate right the fuck now!" I shouted, tossing my hands up in the air as Emma cranked the volume on the speakers, letting the bass shake the whole frame of the car. I was vibi
“I’ll give you five grand. Cold cash, straight in your hand. One song, that’s it. You give me a show worth my money, when the lights come back on, you bounce the same way you came in. No touching, no grabbing, no extra shit. Just business and mad heat.”Five thousand dollars for one song.
I couldn’t get Emily out of my head. The door creaked open, and there she was—Vicky, all curves and confidence, her hips swaying. She locked eyes with me, a smirk playing on her lips as she kicked the door shut behind her, hips rolling like she already knew she was getting fucked tonigh
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” she hissed, stepping up so close I could smell her perfume mixed with that post-dick sweat and straight-up sex glow.I locked eyes with her ass, chin high as fuck. Prison taught me never to fold for no basic-ass hoe like her.Her lips twisted into t
My stomach flipped so hard I thought it was gonna come out my mouth.I’d only been in this bitch one damn night—still couldn’t carry a tray without nearly drowning my own boobs in whiskey.Who the fuck was already calling for a private? I hadn’t even hit the pole yet.Sophia caught my







