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“No body parts were exposed, dad,” she replied mockingly while grinning.

“It was too close for my liking. Unless you want to go home early then I suggest you watch yourself.”

“Keep talking to me like that then I’m gon’ ask to leave,” she smirked.

“Shit, I’ll curse your ass out if it’s making that pussy wet.”

“Alright, I ain’t say go that far. We’ll be in this bitch fighting if you say the wrong thing,” she giggled. “We’ll be right back on them tea pages.”

“Say no more. We gon’ both chill out.”

The dj made it easy for us to do that because he took a break from playing bounce music and switched over to rap. Lourdes was sitting in my lap sipping on her fourth strawberry lemon drop. Yea, I was counting. It was easy to keep track because the girls had ordered multiple lemon drop and mimosa towers. I was hoping this was Lourdes’ last one or I was going to have to carry her ass out here. I didn’t mind, but I was trying to fuck something when we got home. She already had my dick hard as fuck, but then a Flo MIlli song she played out at home came on and she started grinding up against me.

“He totin' the Uzi, but he actin' real bougie. I like to fight over dick, ho, don't get hit with the two-piece. You know you can call if you need me. Tell me you ain't never ever leavin'. When I suck it, I look in your eyes. You better fuck me like you mean it….” She looked back so she could gaze into my eyes as she sang. Those lyrics were coming at me too fast and she was winding her hips with a vengeance.

“You ready?”

“Yup,” she replied, surprising me. Pulling her away from a good time was like pulling teeth and she loved to tease me. She must have really needed that and I couldn’t wait to give it to her.

“Shit, let’s go.”

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I forgot that we had promised Granny that we would pass by her house when we left the club. We had her gift in the car and she had cooked Sunday dinner, so we wanted our plates that she put up for us. We had eaten at Baylor’s, but it was only 6 pm. We were going to be hungry again later and we didn’t have a cooked meal waiting for us at home. So yea, we needed those plates of crawfish pasta, stuffed bell peppers, and baked chicken from Granny. Thankfully, she only stayed about 7 minutes away from Baylor’s.

“Bitch, I know you lying,” Lourdes muttered right after I pulled off from the club.

“Wassup?” I glanced over at her and saw that she was looking at her phone. “What’s going on?”

“Why Naz people saying she’s missing? A tea page just posted about it.”

“You lying,” I gasped. I sounded so sincere that it was kind of scary. I’d mastered the art of deception a long time ago. I didn’t use it all the time. Only when it was absolutely necessary.

“I swear! Look, they’re saying no one has heard from her since Friday evening and that the police aren't taking it seriously.”

“Damn,” I uttered while taking a quick glance at her phone as if I cared to really see. I knew very well that she’d been missing since Friday because that was the night I got rid of her ass.

I sat on what Rahesha told me for a few days until I made a move. I knew that I’d have to take Naz’s life but I couldn’t just react without formulating a solid plan. So I took four days to plot, and by the fifth day I was executing. Naz made it easy because she was a social media ass bitch who posted her every move. I got somebody to snatch her ass up and bring her to an undisclosed location.

“Why the people in the comments saying that she’s probably hiding from the people she’s been scamming?”

“She then crossed so many people. Ain’t no telling.”

After being publicly embarrassed by Lourdes, Naz had left us alone on social media. But she remained in drama due to all the scams she was running. Somebody was always calling her out for doing them dirty with the bank shit. Her having so many enemies worked in my favor because I was the last person anyone would suspect. My mom was the only one who’d know and she wasn’t going to say shit. I could say a lot about Rahesha, but I knew she’d never betray me like that or play police games. But let’s say if she lost her mind and tried to take it there, I wasn’t against making my siblings orphans. That shit would break my heart, so I hope it never came to that.

“Chile, not Lyss in the comments with prayer hands like she knows this girl or something.”

“Your cousin something else, bruh,” I chuckled dryly.

Nalyssa was next on my hit list because her evil ass was the one who sent Naz Lourdes’ address. That’s right, her own cousin gave her home address to a hater. I wanted nothing more than to kill Naz quickly and move on, but I had questions that needed answers. I needed to know who the robbers were that actually knocked Lourdes over and almost hurt my baby. I also needed to know how Naz got her address. It could’ve been as simple as her stalking Lourdes or doing some type of shady background check, but I needed to hear her say that.

“Aliiii, no one was supposed to get hurt,” she cried. The second she laid eyes on me in the dark room she had to know she wasn’t getting out alive. Still, I gave her false hope so she’d run her mouth and tell me what I needed to know.

“So all you wanted was her shit, huh?”

“Yes,” she sniffled. “She was popping it on IG, so I was trying to prove a point that all that material shit can be taken in a blink of an eye! I didn’t know she’d come home.”

She was lying like a rug. I could see right through her envious ass. She probably did tell the robbers that Lourdes wouldn’t be home and that’s why they felt comfortable running up in there. But she was undeniably hoping that she would be home and that they’d show no mercy when they saw her. She didn’t know that those niggas had a little sense. It didn’t matter, though, because they were going to die, too.