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She walks back into the building as I sit there. What the fuck is going on? This is why Von ain’t really about taking over. I put my hand on the gear, but I turn the car off. I

I head through the back door, and someone’s voice from the stage is loud through the speakers. I head to the office and open the door.

Zari is sitting on the couch, and she cuts her eyes at me. She’s got a lot of nerve showing up here.

“You need to go.”

“I ain’t going anywhere. This my daddy’s club,” she snaps.

“Where your fiancé at?” I taunt her.

She stands up and walks over to me. “You just mad cause you a side piece.”

I smile at her and hold her chin. “Keep lying to yourself. Speaking of side pieces, where ya eater at?” I grin.

Her eyes get big. “You crazy motherfucker. That was you?”

“You think you can play with people’s heads, Pinkie?” I question her.

Her chest rises and falls. “Ain’t nobody playing with your head.”

“Right, well I guess you won’t be getting head no more,” I laugh, walking away from her.

“Don’t touch Anthony.”

I stop at the door and turn around. “Oh, your little prized possession. Is he off limits? Hmmm…” I rub my beard. “Maybe I’ll make this one look like a suicide.”

Zari closes the space between us. “I’m serious. I don’t care what you do to me, but keep him out of this.”

“Why? What’s so special about his square ass?”

“We grew up together. Take your frustration out on me. I don’t give a fuck. Just don’t punish him for it.”

“You don’t seem to see how this works. I’ll make sure it’s painless.”

Killing her eater was easy. I had looked him up by his license plate on the way back from Baltimore. When I saw him coming out of his place, I knew I had him. It was my one chance. I followed him to the apartment complex. Choked his ass out.

“Dreyson… stop. What do you want me to say? That I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I study her face, and we don’t speak for a moment. Live jazz music plays in the background.

I grab her and toss her against the door. I lift her hands and press my body against her. “You drive me fucking crazy, second baby mama,” I say, pressing my lips against her. I suck on her neck and bite it. “You got me killing niggas over you.”

She glares at me. “Niggas?”

“You thought I didn’t know about your other side pieces. They gone, too.”

I turn her around and slap her ass through her dress. “Spread your fucking legs, hoe.”

She yelps and does what I tell her. Those legs spread like butter.

I cup her pussy from the back.

She whines, rocking back and forth against my touch. Her panties are already wet. I push past them and rub that juicy clit.

“I need it,” she whimpers.

“Oh, you gonna give me what you promised me,” I say, unbuckling my pants. The buckle clicks, and I quickly drop my pants and boxers. I rub my dick up and down her slit. I’m not playing around her.