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“Damn right,” I said with much attitude and emphasis. “I enjoyed fucking, sucking, and riding that big dick just like you enjoyed fucking my man, bitch.”

Goldie swung with a right.

I ducked like Pacquiao in that bitch and delivered a gut punch before I dug my hands in that bitch’s hair in a fist and used my other fist to fuck her head right on up as I bit my bottom lip.

She elbowed my stomach hard as fuck, knocking the air out of me before she wrapped her foot around my leg and tried to trip me.

A motherfucking street fight.

“Ow!” I cried out, even as I kept pounding the side of her face. I wanted that no-good bitch good and lumped up in the morning.
She gone remember me.

“Man, stop, y’all. Shit!” he yelled, trying to get in between us and loosen my grip on her hair.

Goldie swung around his body and landed a blow to my chin; my teeth clamped down on my tongue and I tasted blood.
Bitch!

I yanked on her hair harder. Suddenly my hand was free and a bunch of hair was still in my fist. I flung that shit into the air like confetti. “Huh, bitch, here go your hair,” I teased, as Has stepped all the way between us.

Some of the gold and brown strands landed on his head.

I stepped close to Has and started grinding my titties against his back. “He was loving this pussy,” I told her, grabbing his dick from behind.

She reached out quick and slapped me.

WHAP!

I tried to climb over Has’s tall body to get at her. I was damn near on his head when I starting swinging. I knew he caught a couple of them blows. Fuck it.

“Tell her, Has. Tell her how you use to eat my pussy,” I screamed even as I boxed that bitch dead in the forehead.

She grabbed a handful of my hair and then leaned back, pulling my body over Has’s head. That sewn-in weave took a better licking than real hair. “Matter of fact, you ain’t got to tell the bitch nothing because I got a DVD right to my house and you can see your fiancé get that big dick ridden real well. Real well,” I said, reaching down to wrap both my hands around that bitch’s neck.

She tugged again, biting her bottom lip just as hard. My legs dropped on either of his shoulders and I felt his face pressed against my ass. Humph.

“Man, y’all acting like gutter rats,” he snapped.

He got Goldie’s hand out my hair and grabbed me around the waist to sit me on my feet. My chest was heaving and my head ached. I saw one of my tracks with my cornbraid still attached on the floor.

Goldie looked at me like I was shit on her shoe. “And I got your charges dropped, you ungrateful bitch, and gave your black ass a job,” she snapped, talking in between gasps for air.

“My
black
ass,” I snapped. “Your man was LOVING. THIS. BLACK. ASS. Your fucking half-breed mutt ass.”

Goldie reached on either side of Has and pushed me hard against my chest. I cried out when my body fell backward down the stairs. I must have hit every fucking step until I fell on the landing.

I winced and sat up just as Has came down the stairs. “You a’ight?” he asked.

I knocked his hands away.

“I wish you would help that bitch up,” Goldie said, her voice hard as she stood on the top step with her arms crossed over her heaving chest.

I looked up at her and I hated her more than ever, because it felt like the bitch was looking down on me, still on top. “I’ll mail that DVD to you, bitch,” I told her, climbing the stairs. “You gone love how he nutted all over my back.”

She jumped and Has caught her around the waist and carried her cussing and fussing through the stairwell door. I was putting my clothes back on when something flashed in the corner of my eyes. I finished pulling my tank over my head and turned to walk over to the pipe in the corner. Thinking it was jewelry or some shit, I stooped and reached for it.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” I said.

Goldie’s BlackBerry. It must have fell out her pocket during the fight. I felt like I hit the jackpot as I pushed it down into my purse and rushed out the stairwell for the elevator. The hallway was clear. I could imagine the scene inside that apartment. That was
they
fucking problem now. Just like it was mine and Make$’s after I caught her with him.

I didn’t give a fuck.

The game had changed. Shit was mad serious. I was on a whole ’nother level and steady rising from anger, hate, and the need to obliterate that bitch.

I
tried my best to get myself straightened out before I walked into the lobby of Goldie’s building. I was nervous she would call down to the concierge’s desk to grab me until she came down to take her phone back. I had to force myself not to run like a child through that bitch.

My head was still aching from getting a track yanked out and my body was aching from that tumble down the stairs. I still couldn’t believe that bitch pushed me downstairs.

What if I had broke my fucking neck and died?

Nah, nah. Uh-huh. It was on and I didn’t give a flying fuck what happened to that bitch.

Slipping on my shades, I held my head up high and strutted through the door the doorman held open for me. I hurried my ass to my car parked down the street and slid behind the wheel. It was so stuffy and hot from the summer sun that I let the windows down after I cranked the car. Tossing all my shit onto the passenger seat, my hands were shaking as I scrolled through Goldie’s address book.

Jackpot.

Fucking celebrities. Athletes. Politicians. Each entry related to her pussy business had info on each client. A like or dislike. The girl they usually requested. Fetishes. Their sexual orientation.

I was going to destroy that bitch. Her BlackBerry needed to go in a neat little package to the nearest police station. I sat back in the driver’s seat and thought it over. Maybe the black female detective would like to be the one to bust this case wide open . . . but then, she was too close to Detective Dick for me, and she might be just as dirty as him.

I remembered Goldie’s contacts. They were strong enough to get my charges dropped. They were probably just as strong for her case to go nowhere as well.

I just didn’t know what the fuck to do with all the evidence I had in my hand. It was the key to completing wrecking Goldie’s world . . . but how?

Blackmail?

Would the bitch be willing to turn over a hundred thousand dollars to shut me up? Maybe even half a million?

The thought of that shit made me smile.

“Guess who, bitch?”

Click.

My smile faded at the feel of the cold metal of a gun pressed into my cheek. I recognized his voice. I knew it was him. I still looked up to see Detective Dick leaning through the open passenger window, pointing a gun into me. My heart pounded like crazy as I closed my eyes.

Where did he come from? Did he follow me here? Was he stalking me?

I was so caught up in dreaming about spending Goldie’s money and fucking up her mini empire that I didn’t even see the overweight motherfucker walk right up to me.

Michel’s words came back to me so fucking clear: “
Mind that same hole you digging for Goldie don’t be the one you fall in.”

I thought about laying on the horn, but the feel of that gun and being just millimeters away from a bullet blasted into my skull stopped me. “What do you want?” I asked him.

“Payback, bitch,” he said, his voice cold and hard. “I could just wring your fucking neck while I shove my dick up your ass. You thought I was done with you?”

My eyes dropped down to my pocketbook on the floor with my gun inside. I couldn’t reach it fast enough.
Shit.

I looked around outside the car, but New Yorkers were busy with their day and not paying me or the car any attention. The door opened and Detective Dick slid in, laying the gun down to point at me while it lay on his lap.

This motherfucker had to be stalking me, because he had my address, all my info, including my parents’ address, since that was where he locked me up. Why pull a stunt to get at me in New York?

“I’m going to kill you,” he said, as he raised the gun to press it into my side. His eyes were red-rimmed. Liquor and funky breath scorched my cheek.

This was a man with nothing to lose.

A chill sped over my body. My mind raced. I had to get out of this. I had to think of something. Any-motherfucking-thing.

I looked down at the BlackBerry in my lap. Could I get two birds with one stone?

An asshole like Detective Dick’s perverted self was just the one to make Goldie’s life miserable. Since she liked fucking after me, she was more than welcome to this asshole. Plus I could buy my freedom.

“Listen, I got something for you. I know this chick who is running a big-time prostitution ring,” I started. “Celebrities. Politicians. All of that. She’s real connected in this town.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, sounding interested. “And what did you say her name is?”

“Kaeyla Dennis, but her nickname is Goldie.”

He was quiet for a minute. I waited.

“If you let me go, I will give you the proof I have, and you can do with it whatever you want.”

“And why you doing this? I ain’t your favorite person, just like you ain’t mine. I mean, you got some good ass on you and you suck one hell of a dick, but it’s basically fuck you as far as I’m concerned. Ya understand that, right?” he asked, squinting as he looked at me.

I tried to shrug like I was nonchalant. Acting was my thing. “I don’t want to die and I could care less about her.”

He grunted like his ass was thinking about it.

Seeing him with a gun pointed at me made me feel worse than I did when Goldie pushed me down the damn stairs. “
Fuck
that,” he said, pressing the gun to my kneecap.

He moved the gun up to press against my ribs again. “You two cunts cost me my job with the police force and now I’m going make sure that you bitches pay for it. You
and
that bitch Goldie.”

Oh, shit.

I sat stiff as a mannequin in that car, just trying to blend the fuck in and not draw any extra attention from this crazy motherfucker as we sat parked on the street in front of Goldie’s building for the last hour. He was mumbling to his damn self and drinking from a half-pint of brown liquor.

I looked up just as I saw Has leaving the building with a big duffel bag. My eyes stayed locked on him as he walked up the street and turned the corner.

I’d already seen the girls leave the building twenty minutes ago.

Goldie was home alone. Probably crying her eyes out with no clue that a lunatic had followed me to her home to kill us both.

“Fifteen fucking years down the drain,” he said.

I sat stiff as hell and just tried to look at him out the side of my eye to make sure the gun wasn’t pointed at me again. He had it in his lap with his finger on the trigger. Aimed at me. Ready to fire and take my life.

“Motherfucking Internal Affairs investigation fucking around,” he muttered, tapping the gun against his thigh as he looked over at me.

Oh shit!
I got even stiffer, wishing like I hell I could disappear. Wishing even more I could lock my hands around my gun and get myself out of this.

“Mind that same hole you digging for Goldie don’t be the one you fall in.”

I was so busy plotting to take Goldie down that I missed being stalked and hunted down my damn self.

“I just want this shit over with,” he said, his funky breath filling up the car with a smell like rotted-ass vegetables.

Did “over with” mean death? My death? Goldie’s death? I hated that bitch but I didn’t want either one of us to die.

“Mind that same hole you digging for Goldie don’t be the one you fall in.”

“I wish I never fucked with you,” he said. “My life was fine until I fucked with you.”

I froze. I didn’t move. I didn’t fucking breathe.

Suddenly I felt the cold metal of the gun against my temple. My guts twisted like a pretzel.

“Suck my dick,” he said, tapping the barrel of the gun lightly against my temple near my eye. I closed my eyes just as a tear raced down my cheek.

“Suck. My. Dick,” the dirty cop said again, unzipping his pants with his free hand.

On the real? I thought that was one dick I would never see or feel or taste again.

“The condom,” I said softly.

He laughed like a lunatic and I jumped as he dented my cheek with the gun. “My fucking wife threw me out. It don’t fucking matter no more,” he said in this mad crazy sing-song tone that was straight out of a horror flick.

My eyes darted around. The sun had fallen and it was dark. He was waiting for Goldie to leave the building. We were parked beneath a tree and it shadowed us from the streetlights. With the tint, someone would have to press their face to the window to see in.

I lowered my head to his lap and the smell of unwashed crotch rose, making me gag as I used my hand to guide his dick into my mouth. I frowned at the salty taste of him. There was no way in hell this motherfucker washed in the last few days.

I gagged at the back of my throat.

He pressed the gun to the back of my head. “If you bite me, I will blow your fucking brains out,” he said, before he moaned in pleasure.

As I sucked him, I felt like the scared and confused little six-year-old being taught to suck dick before my mouth could even open wide enough to take it. My tears fell blended with my slobber around my hand. I opened my eyes, and through my tears, I could see my handbag sitting there between his feet. My gun was so close and I couldn’t get to it.

That shit made me cry even harder.

“Oh shit. Oh yeah,” he moaned, pushing down on the back of my head, and he moved his hips back and forth. “Aaaahhhh.”