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Jazzy may not have known Avery well, but she sympathized with her. No mother should fear losing their child to the father because she stood up for herself. It was clear as day that Cameron had no respect for Avery. Not only was Avery aware of his infidelities, but he also gave Jazzy Avery's business card like he never expected his dirt to come to light—or he just didn't care if it did.

Avery reminded Jazzy of the woman she saw her mother be to her father, Terrance. The only difference was that Avery seemed to actually put her child first, unlike Sylvia. The inner child in Jazzy wanted to save Avery so badly because when she was younger, she wished her mother had someone to save her. If Jazzy could be that for Avery and her daughter, it would bring her peace knowing Cameron no longer had control.

An exasperated sigh fled out of Jazzy as she continued to wait for Avery. It had surpassed ten minutes since she sent her last text notifying Avery that she was outside, and she had yet to make it down.

Switching from Taylor's message thread to Avery's, she typed a few question marks, which was her way of asking Avery where the hell she was. Before she got the chance to press Send, her phone was knocked out of her hand as she was pressed firmly against her Porsche. Jazzy gasped in disbelief before she felt a tight grip wrap around her neck. Eyes widened with fear and shock, Jazzy was quickly able to make out that it was Cameron who had grabbed her up roughly and was restricting her breathing.

Indeed, Jazzy was a tough girl, but her strength couldn’t be compared to the strength of a man who clearly caught her off guard. She quickly initiated survival mode, her nails digging into the skin of Cameron's forearm in hopes of forcing him to unhand her.

"You stupid fucking bitch," Cameron seethed at Jazzy through a set of dark and punishing eyes. "You really thought you could make my wife leave me," he gritted at her as his hold around her neck grew tighter and tighter.

Jazzy's fawn skin tone quickly tinted red due to how restricted her breathing was. He had her pressed up against the car, his body weight pushed against her, and this prevented her from kneeing him in his crotch.

A sadistic look filled his eyes as he watched her squirm, desperately trying to free herself from his hold. The longer he held her neck, the tighter his grip got. She could feel her body growing limp and weak as her oxygen supply began to deplete. She wanted so desperately to cry, but her pride refused to allow Cameron to see her in that state. Instead, she fought hard, mustering up her strength to advert her hands from his forearms to his face. She clawed at his cheeks and his nose, getting deep enough to cause bleeding.

She could feel herself losing her strength and her consciousness, which ultimately impacted how hard she was able to claw at his face. Jazzy was unsure if she was on the brink of passing out or dying, but whatever it was, she was confident Cameron wouldn't be prepared for the army that would be gunning for him once her people found out what he had done to her.

Just as her eyelids began to lower and darkness began to creep up on her, he relinquished her neck from his hold. This immediately caused Jazzy to collapse onto the ground, desperately gasping for air. Taking in as much air as she could, she laid on the pavement, vulnerable beneath Cameron. She could hear Cameron rummaging through her purse, retrieving the envelope that contained the forty thousand dollars. Jazzy didn't even have the strength to attempt to stop him. Instead, her eyes peered to the left of him, catching sight of Avery, whostood behind him with her arms folded across her chest as she watched the entire scene unfold before her.

"You- you set me up," Jazzy croaked out at Avery weakly through strained coughs. "Stupid fucking bitch."

Before Jazzy could get any other insults out at Avery, Cameron sent a kick to her stomach with his black Timbs, which took all the breath out of her body. "Shut the fuck up, you nothing-ass bitch," Cameron crudely spewed at her as he drew up a nasty ball of spit from the back of his throat and spat down at her.

His spit landed on the side of her face, which happened to pain her more than him choking and kicking her. It made Jazzy feel worthless and like trash. She had felt that feeling enough in her childhood and her upbringing. She would have never thought she would have given a man she gave her body to the opportunity to make her feel like that as well.

As if he hadn't degraded her and humiliated her enough, he reached down and snatched her tennis bracelet and necklace off her wrist and neck. She laid on the filthy pavement, completely stripped of all the strength she once had, broken and vulnerable. Surprisingly, her thoughts weren't of revenge or getting Avery and Cameron to pay. Her mind actually went to her brother, Priest. She wanted nothing more than to feel protected at the moment. She wanted to be in her brother's arms and hear him tell her she would be okay and that he was going to have Cameron dealt with.

After robbing Jazzy of the money and her jewelry, Cameron snatched Avery up by her arm and they left Jazzy there on the pavement. Jazzlyn's well-being was the least of their worries. She was nothing to them.

Once Jazzlyn heard their car drift out of the secluded parking area, she finally let the salty tears that welled in her eyes fall. Shelaid there on the dirty ground, hurt and crying for nothing else but protection from her brother.