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“Jerome, please act like you have some sense tonight,” I pleaded with my cousin as I placed the bowl of Rotel dip on the counter. I don’t know what made me try to be a peacemaker and host game night at my house with my cousins, but here we were. “If y’all tear my shit up, I promise you… I’m tasing every single one of you.”

Giving me a “bitch please” look, I shook my head as he sashayed his ass into the living room. I took a deep breath and prayed the night went off without a hitch. After talking to my mother, she convinced me it would be nice to host something because the other girls had been feeling left out when it came to us spending time together. Their comments were funny to me because no one had reached out to me since I’d been home. As I placed the food on the counter, I heard my phone buzz in the distance. Nibbling my bottom lip, I was pleased to see it was Andre.

Dre:

You giving me some pussy tonight or not? I’m not pressed or no shit like that. It’s just that I met a lil’ shorty at the store and she was looking kind of right in her jeans.

Me:

Is a fat ass the only thing you think about?

Dre:

No…I think about the head and pussy too. What are we doing, love?

Me:

I’m hosting game night at my house if you want to come through later.

Giving him my address, I placed my phone back on the counter and continued with the setup. I needed to be careful with Dre and remember I was trying to build a case against him. I wanted to sample the dick, but I wanted him locked up even more.

“Is that my baby daddy texting you?” Rome sang as he entered the kitchen. This fool was taking Casamigos shots like water, so I knew it was going to be a long night. “Are you going to finally give him some coochie, or do you need me to do it? You know I don’t mind.”

Ignoring him, I thought about how hot and bothered Dre had me at dinner the other night. I have never been so bold to do something like that in public, but I liked it. I just knew he was going to fuck the shit out of me when we got back to his place, but I was scared out of my shoes when Jules Boudreaux crept from the shadows like Candyman. From what I’ve gathered, he’s just as dangerous as Rosier and Andre, but nothing has been proven. For all I know, he’s just an ominous lawyer.

“All right! The girls are here.” I clapped as I finished setting up the food and drinks. “Act like you have sense, Jerome.”

Not even bothering to wait for him to respond, I took a deep breath and greeted my cousins, Rissa and Arnez. Jerome and I were both almost thirty, so I blamed their childishness on being in their mid-twenties still.

“Well, hello.” I smiled and gestured for them to come inside. “I’m glad you girls could make it tonight.”

“I’m glad you remembered little ol’ us…” Arnez was the first to start her shit. “I thought you were too good to be in the same space with your hood rat cousins. I mean, you’re a big shit officer and all.”

“Federal agent,” I corrected as I rolled my eyes. “My occupation doesn’t have anything to do with why we don’t hang, Arnez. You know you and Rissa keep y’all’s distance for whatever reason y’all have conjured in your minds.” I folded my arms as I eyed them both. “If we’re going to enjoy the night, let’s go ahead and get the animosity off your chests.”

The girls looked at me with nothing but disgust and disdain. I didn’t know their real issue with me, but if they wanted to discuss it and move past it, now was the time. I wasn’t doing this foolish shit each time we see each other.

“You think that just because you have the government job and rich baby daddy, you’re better than us.” Rissa was the first to speak. “You think because you have the nice house and nice car that we’re beneath you. We come from the same family, and we’re cut from the same cloth?—”

“You’re more so cut from a dirty dishcloth, and we’re from a Louie rag.” I squeezed my eyes shut as Jerome chimed in. “All that hate y’all have in your heart for this girl is unwarranted, and it’s not her fault that y’all would rather fuck for a three-sixty frontal than to have a career.” He stood from his seat on the couch and pointed between the two of them. “I will not sit here and listen to either of you try to shame her for wanting to do something with her life—for not only her but her child. If y’all can’t stop with the madness, y’all need to go ahead and wrap a to-go plate and dip out. No need to sit up in her house while holding all that jealousy up in you.”

“Jealous! She’s nothing but a baby mama just like us!” Arnez all but yelled while smirking. She folded her arms and matched my stance. “At least we didn’t have a baby by married man. Right, Rissa?”

“Right,” Rissa said, egging Arnez and her foolishness on. I rolled my eyes, ready for everyone to get the hell out. Cousins or not, I was with Jerome—there was no need to sit in my house, hating me.

Pausing to catch my bearings so I didn’t end up being the one that tore my house up from beating ass, I thought about the married baby daddy I had. This is one of the reasons it was hard for me to be cordial with Bryce. He causes unnecessary drama in my life without even being present. This is the one thing people could throw up in my face when we had disagreements. Having a baby out of wedlock is one thing, but having one by a married man is grounds to have you shunned from the church and family, especially with black people. It doesn’t matter if you knew if he was married or not; you were liable to be the family’s black sheep. And sometimes, that’s exactly how I felt.

“Would you rather her have a baby daddy like Tyrone?” Jerome glanced at Rissa. “One that lives with his mother and won’t even buy your twins a pack of beef-flavored noodles.” Examining Arnez, he smirked, and I knew he was about to go too far. “How’s Mark? Last time I saw him, he was at my friend Milo’s house, getting bent over an ottoman. You still out here trying to be a family with a man that takes more dick than me?”

“Okay, that’s enough.” I stifled my laugh as Arnez turned beet red. Everyone knew Mark was a bottom when she decided to have a baby with him. She was the only one in denial about it. “I love you three. I just want us to get along. No one of us is better than the other.”

“Who?” Jerome stuck his nose in the air as I gestured for them to go into the kitchen so we could eat. “I’m most certainly better than these hoes.”

“Rome…” I eyed him, making a facial expression that had him lifting his arms in surrender. Thankfully, the conversation died down once the food was served and drinks started to flow. Before long, we all had loosened up and were having a good time.

“Nezzy, I saw the finest man of my life earlier today.” Rissa was high as hell, and I could tell she was feeling good. “He told me all he wanted was his dick sucked, and we couldn’t exchange numbers, but I swear… he wanted me. If I run across him again, I’m going to trap his ass.”

Giggling, I couldn’t stop myself before I was bent over in laughter. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or her delusions, but Rissa was a sad case. Yes, I loved her, but there was no way I would trap a man just to end up in a worse situation.

“You want to tell me what the fuck is so funny?” She mugged me as she stood from where she was sitting on the couch. I was stretched out on the floor and didn’t feel the need to match her energy, so I stayed put. No matter how much she jumped bad, she knew I would mop the floor with her ass. “You’re just mad no one wants your wannabe, high-class ass.”

“Uh, sis… look who I found roaming up the sidewalk. He brought a friend too!” I snapped my head in the direction of Rome’s voice and locked eyes with Dre. “Let me find out they wanted to pull a two-man.”

“Say, Dre… who the fuck is this nigga?” Skip asked as he snarled and pointed at Rome. “He must don’t know who the fuck I am. I will hurt his fruity-ass.”

“Ohhh! Hurt me, Daddy,” Rome sang, causing Skip to pull his Glock from his hoodie. We all gasped as I scrambled to my feet. “Oh, you mean business!” Jerome flailed his arms and ran to the other side of the living room. “Shit, you're fine and crazy. Let me sit my ass down. Mama isn’t ordering a new wig until summer, and she’s going to be pissed if she looks burnt out putting me away next weekend.”

We all looked at Rome before we burst into laughter. Even Skip chuckled as he shook his head and placed his gun back under his hoodie. Scanning the room, he took a seat in the corner away from everyone and said nothing else. He’s been that way for as long as I can remember, so it wasn’t unusual.

“Hey, boo!” Rissa crooned as she walked over and wrapped her arms around Dre. I couldn’t stop myself from scowling if I wanted to. “Let me find out you followed me here so you could see me. I knew we had a connection.”

“Girl, if you don’t unhand me, I’m going to cut them muthafuckas off and slap you with them,” Dre said menacingly as he peered down at her. “Don’t ever touch me again. Got it?”

“Y-Yes,” she stammered as she stepped back from him. “I’m sorry.”

“I know this ain’t the new stepdaddy you was talking about?” Rome walked over and looked between them as Dre made his way over to me. “Looks to me like he doesn’t want you near him, let alone for you to give him some pussy.”

“Dre, you know Rissa?” I asked as he walked past me and slapped my ass before heading into the kitchen. His lack of response pissed me off. There’s no way the night would end with us in my bed if he’s had my cousin. “Dre!”

“Aye! Who the fuck you hollerin’ at?” He was back in front of me before I could blink. “I met that girl earlier and told her she had a fat ass and perfect lips for sucking dick. To be honest, I can fuck you both or neither one of you because I’m single.” He glared at us both before going back into the kitchen. “Where the plates, though? A nigga got the munchies like a muhfucka.”

Frowning at his retreating back, I could hear Rome snickering. Hearing shuffling behind me, I glanced over my shoulder and noticed Rissa gathering her things.

“This is exactly what I mean…” she fussed as she snatched her jacket from the hanger. “You’ve always been jealous and wanted to be like me. I can’t even have a man to myself without you wanting a piece of him too.”

“You must be talking about a different nigga because I know it ain’t me.” Dre came back into the room and said with a mouth full of chips. “I just wanted some sloppy toppy—just a lil’ back-alley action. It never would have gone any farther than that.”

Fuming, I could see the fire in her eyes as she mugged Dre. “Fuck you, you pussy-ass nigga!” Her words left her mouth with such force that she was spitting as she stepped to him. “You better hope I don’t tell my brother to come through and murk your ass!”

Suddenly, the room grew eerily quiet as the words left Rissa’s lips. My eyes shot back and forth between them as Dre slowly sipped his bottled water. I prayed that he didn’t spaz out on her in here. So badly did I want to tell her she went too far with the wrong nigga. I could only hope it wasn’t too late for her.

“Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?” he finally replied to her threat, cool as a cucumber. Never taking his eyes off her, he asked again as he bit into his chicken slider. “Have you?”

“What?” she asked in confusion as she pulled out her phone. “The fuck do you mean?”

“Do you accept Christ into your life and know that he died so we could live? Do you relinquish your soul to him so you can make it to Heaven?” He bit into a deviled egg and continued to examine her with dark eyes. “Do you? If you don’t, now’s as good a time as any to give your life over to him.”

“Rissa, I think it’s time for y’all to go.” I grabbed her wrist before gesturing to Arnez with my head to move toward the door. “I will get up with y’all later,” I said, opening my front door for them to exit.

“Repent your sins to Christ, baby. Don’t get caught slipping when the rapture comes.” We all froze when we reached the door. Slowly, we turned and faced Dre. “Send your brother my way, and I will make sure he knows the goodness of God’s grace and mercy. He’s going to need it for where I’m sending him.”

Hurriedly pushing them out of the door, I locked it behind me and leaned against it as I eyed Andre. He’d walked over to the corner and seemed to be having a good laugh speaking with Skip. I was too stunned to ask him if his words were meant to scare us or if he had just threatened my cousins’ lives in front of me.

“Bitch, you can have that crazy-ass nigga…” Rome walked over to me and murmured. “I knew there was something wrong with him. You can’t be that fine without having screws loose.”

Never taking my eyes off Dre, I shuddered at how right Jerome was. Maybe I should leave well enough alone when it comes to him. If he ever found out who I was or what my true intentions were, I have a feeling I would have to make peace with the Lord because Dre wouldn’t show me an ounce of mercy.

* * *

“You know… outside one cousin threatening my life and the other sexually harassing me and my boy all night, I had a decent time.” We all were sitting on my front porch while he and Skip smoked. They didn’t know I had a daughter, and I didn’t want the smell to linger, so I appreciated them wanting to bring that outside. “It’s rare that I kick it like this, but this was nice.”

I smirked as I slid into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Let me find out you like me. I got you thinking about the possibilities, now… huh?”

I was worried the night was going to end in a blood bath, but thankfully, it went well once Rissa and Arnez left. I haven’t laughed as much as I had in a long time dealing with Dre and Rome. Skip didn’t say much, but every now and then, I would catch him with a slight grin on his face.

“If we met in a different time, and I had a different life, I would entertain the thought of something more.” He held my stare as he exhaled the smoke. He didn’t drink much, but the man smoked like a chimney. “You’re a beautiful woman, Denim, and I know we’re still getting to know each other, but I’m good at reading people. I know the shit with you is more than surface level. But you’ll make a man happy someday—believe that. That man just ain’t me.”

The tone of his voice had my heart pounding in my chest. I was getting uncomfortable under his stare, and I felt as if he were looking into my soul. I didn’t want him to see the real me because I knew it would get me killed. Leaning forward, I kissed his cheek before standing from his lap. I could see him hardening in his joggers. “So… are you staying the night? You owe me something, sir.”

With hooded eyes, he continued to pull from his blunt but said nothing. One thing I’ve noticed about Dre is that he can be extremely serious and quiet until you place him in an environment that makes him comfortable. That could have been the reason for Skip coming tonight. Either way, I’m happy they were able to come through.

“I mean… is it safe?” He glanced up and down the empty street before settling his eyes back on me. “Your cousin did say she was sending her brother over here, and I don’t want to be in a situation where I have to defend myself.”

Staring at him blankly, I wanted to call bullshit on his claims. I knew it was nothing for this man to take a life. His sarcasm and smugness pissed me off, but I had to play it cool.

“Rissa is all talk…” I rubbed his arm and assured him. Shrugging, he said nothing. Sighing heavily, I looked around for Jerome, but he was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Rome?”

“He galloped to some black Charger down the street and rode off about thirty minutes ago.” Skip chimed in with an answer as he chuckled. He stood, walked over, and dapped Dre. “You straight here? I need to go check on something at the club. I’ll roll back through to get you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Dre stood and ashed his blunt before draping his arm around my shoulder. “I’ll text you.”

We both watched as Skip trekked over to his blacked-out Suburban truck before pulling off down the street. Leading him back inside, I locked the door behind us. Jerome had helped me clean before he left, so I hit all the lights and escorted him to my bedroom. Before I could close the door, he spun me around and pinned me to the wall.

“When we went to dinner, you told me about all the shit you wanted me to do to you.” He held both my wrists above my head in one hand and kicked my legs apart as his other hand slid into the front of my tights. It was so fast and unexpected, but I was instantly turned on. “You still want that shit, Denim?”

Moaning as he began to strum my clit, my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure. Rocking against his hand, I could feel my juices leak from me. My eyes popped open once his movements stopped.

“Why did you stop?” I frowned, reaching down and attempting to make his hand move again. “Please, Dre.”

“Answer my question.” He pinched my small bundle of nerve, causing my back to arch. “Do you still want to be fucked, Denim? Tell me what you want, or I’ll walk out of this door right now.”

“Fuck me…” I begged shamelessly, still trying to fuck his hand. “I want you to fuck me, Andre.”

Chuckling darkly, he began fondling me once more, but this time, he eased two fingers inside of me. My stomach tightened as he stroked me, and I knew I was close. He breathed against my neck as he nipped it gently. “I feel that pussy gripping my fingers. How you think this dick is going to feel? You ready for that, Denim? You want a nigga to fuck that pussy and treat you like the bad girl I know you want to be?”

I’d never had anyone talk to me the way he was, and it was turning me on something serious. My hips seemed to buck against his hand on its own, but once his teeth latched onto my nipple through my T-shirt, I was done for.

“Ohh fuckkk!” I shook against him. I tried to pry my hands from his, but it was useless. “Andre!”

“Mhm. That’s all I want to hear from you tonight.” He snickered as he continued to ease his fingers in and out of me. “You been wanting this dick and to get fucked, right?”

“Yes…” I panted as I came down from my release. “Oh fuck, yes!”

“I’m going to give you what you asked for.” His eyes were on me as he slid his fingers from my pussy. Placing them on my lips, he traced them with my juices before nodding his head upward and telling me to open. Obediently, I opened my mouth and relished how I tasted as he slid his fingers in and out.

“How does that taste?” he asked. I could feel his dick against my stomach, causing my focus to shift. His face was perfect, and his lips looked luscious. I wanted to explore his mouth with my tongue, so I pushed my body closer to his.

“Kiss me and see…” I exhaled as I leaned my head toward his, only for him to move his head away. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t put my lips on nothing that ain’t mine, baby.” He stepped away from me, going into his pocket and pulling out a gold-wrapped condom. “You ready?”

I wanted to be offended but now wasn’t the time. If he wanted to get right to it, that was fine by me. Pulling my shirt over my head, I watched as his eyes roamed my body and my bare breasts came into sight. After having my daughter, I had to get them lifted because they sagged a little. I was a solid 34C and was proud of my girls. Shimming from my tights, I stood before him in all of my naked glory.

“Damn,” he murmured as he stepped before me and slapped my ass. “You’re perfect.”

Giving him the most seductive smirk I could muster, I dropped to my knees and pulled his sweats down. The most beautiful, curved nine inches of power sprang out and tapped me on my lips. My mouth watered as the precum formed and dripped from the tip of his dick. Peering up at him, I stuck out my tongue for a little taste.

“Mhm…” I licked my lips as I took him into my hands. I giggled at its heaviness. “Oh, you brought dick, dick.”

“Man, watch out.” He chuckled as he pulled away, slowly rolling the rubber down the length of his member. After he was done, he placed his hands on his hips and eyed me. “Now, where were we?”

Confused, I just knew he didn’t expect me to take him into my mouth, covered in a condom. To my dismay, he was serious. When he swiveled his hips and placed his dick on my lips, I shook my head. “Uh, I don’t want to break the mood, but I’m not putting no nasty latex in my mouth, Dre.”

He stood firm, looking like a statue from the Renaissance era. I looked deeper into his eyes, hoping to get a read on how this was about to play out since his mouth and face said nothing. Finally smirking, he used his free hand to pull my chin down, opening my mouth. “Is that right? I beg to differ, Denim. Go ahead and open that mouth up and give it a try.”

Cautiously, I opened my mouth and allowed him to ease himself inside. I fought through the taste of the latex, and sooner than I thought, I could no longer taste the rubbery substance. After two more strokes, I loosened my jaw and took him in further.

“That’s right, Denim,” he groaned as he caressed my cheek and pushed himself in deeper. “You look good as fuck sucking this dick.”

There was something in the way he praised me that aroused me. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this man to fuck my mouth with a condom on because, in a way, it felt somewhat demeaning. But my pussy was beyond leaking—I was running like a tub faucet. Relaxing my jaw more, I started massaging his balls and was awarded with the sexiest growl I’d ever heard.

“Mhm,” I hummed on his dick and felt it jump inside my mouth. Bobbing my head faster, he gripped the bun in my hair and began fucking my face off rhythm. Once his movements became jerky, I knew he was close.

“You gone swallow this shit?” He gritted his teeth as he pumped faster. I knew my throat was going to be sore once we finished. “Fuck! I’m about to come. Open your mouth, baby.”

Pumping in and out of me a few more times, he removed the condom hastily and fisted himself as he jerked out his orgasm. Ropes and ropes of cum shot all over my mouth, face, and breasts as I watched him. It was the most erotic and vulgar thing I’ve ever done, and I was surprisingly turned on to the fucking max.

“You’re nasty as fuck, shorty.” He stumbled back onto the bed, huffing. I kept my eyes on him as I licked the remnants of his semen from my lips. “Come over here and put that ass in the air for me.”

Rising from the floor, I crossed the room and crawled onto my bed. Positioning myself in the middle, I laid my chest flat on the bed and arched my back so my ass was up, just the way he wanted.

Smack! Smack!

“Shit!” I hissed as he alternated between slapping each ass cheek. From left to right, I twerked each one as I gazed over my shoulder and watched as he placed another condom on. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

With his teeth tucked between his lips, he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Repositioning me back how I was, he slapped his dick against my ass before dragging it alongside my pussy.

“Know that once I give you this dick, nothing will come from it.” He eased the head in before pulling it back. “Know there will never be more between us than this.” He leaned forward and spit, and I could fill it drip down the crack of my ass. Using his thumb, he began to rim my anus, and I moaned from the sensation. “I might fuck you again, or you may never hear from me again. Just know… you will never experience another Andre Boudreaux. R.I.P. to this pussy.”

Easing both his thumb and dick into me at once, I felt as if I was about to combust. Moaning embarrassingly loud, I gripped the sheets as he stroked both my holes. I was losing control and losing it fast. The way this man was handling my body, I knew the dick was worth each body he’s caught over it.

“Shit, Dre…” I moaned, barely getting it out as he pulled out of me only to slam back in. “You’re fuckin’ me so good.”

“I know.” He held back his groan as he pushed his thumb deeper into my ass and held it there. “I didn’t come here to make love, though. Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to beat this pussy up.”

Widening his stance, he slapped my ass once more before placing his hand on my waist and stroking me long and strong. He had a steady rhythm as he fucked me better than I had ever been fucked. Rotating his hips in a way that would make the best dancers jealous, he was hitting spots I never knew existed.

“Andre!” Before I could prepare myself, I was releasing. “Fucckkk!” I screamed as I felt a gush of liquid leaving my body.

“Mhm,” was all he said as he pulled his thumb from my butthole. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Without slowing his stroke, he pulled one of my legs from underneath me as he placed one of his on the bed. Straightening my leg to the side of me, he stretched me out to where his dick was going even deeper.

“I c-can’t take it!” I cried as I felt my stomach tightening once more. Looking back at him, he didn’t have a care in the world as his eyes were trained on my ass. “Andre, please!”

“Shut up and take this dick.” He pushed my head into the mattress, panting. “You can and will, Lil’ Mama. You feeling too good.” Bringing his other leg onto the bed, he fucked me harsher, and I had yet to dry up. He was fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked. He was literally standing up in my pussy. I couldn’t help but to think about how I should’ve been in pain, and yet I was the wettest I’d ever been during sex.

“Dear God!” I cried out as I came, having my third orgasm of the night. “Shit, Dre! I?—”

“Nah, don’t hold up the prayer line for no dick,” he cut me off and chuckled as he slammed in and out of me. All that could be heard in the room were my cries and his pelvis slapping my ass. “God has his hands full with me, baby. We won’t bother him with the petty shit. This dick is going to bless you in ways you never imagined. We're almost there.”

Flipping me over onto my back, he placed my legs behind my head and got into the push-up position before he was right back at it. I tried my best to move from under him, but I had nowhere to go. I was bawled up like a pretzel at Auntie Anne’s, and I immediately knew I would come again.

“Tell me this is the best dick you ever had…” he groaned as he placed his hand around my neck. The pressure he applied was sending me into my fourth orgasm, as I’d just predicted, and I knew it was going to take me out. “Tell me what the fuck I already know, Dee!”

“I-It’s the best.” I looked up at him as tears streamed from the corner of my eyes. “This dick is—oh, my! Dre!”

“Yeah… that’s it, Lil’ Mama. Milk this dick up.”

Shaking violently, I came with such force that it pushed him out of me. Slamming back in, he fucked me ferociously as sweat poured from both of our bodies. My release seemed like it was never-ending. I was being fucked into a coma. Before I knew it, everything went black.

* * *

“Ugh,” I whimpered as I pried my eyes open. “What the fuck happened?”

Trying my best to move, I winced in pain. My body felt as if it had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler. As I lay there, memories of the night flooded me at once. Reaching for my phone on the dresser, I noticed three hours had passed.

“I know damn well his dick didn’t make me pass out.” I giggled as I finally turned over. “Dre, you’re?—”

Rolling to the other side of the bed, I looked around in confusion to see it was empty. Gripping my sheets, I wrapped them around my naked body and roamed room to room in hopes of finding the man who fucked me unconscious. Bummed, I sighed heavily, seeing that he was long gone. I knew staying the night was probably a no-go for Dre, but I was hoping he’d at least wait until I woke up.

“Better now than when I lock his ass up…” I murmured as I went to the fridge for a bottle of water. “Makes it easier to cut his ass off.”

Feeling my phone vibrate, I clutched my chest as my heart dropped at my mother’s name, blinking across the screen. My mind instantly thought the worst as I quickly answered the call. “Mama, what’s wrong? Is Briley okay? Daddy?”

“She’s fine, dear.” She sniffled into the receiver, causing me to stop in my tracks. I was already headed to my room to shower and dress because her tone told me something was wrong. “It’s your cousins, Rissa and Eric. There was an accident on the interstate, baby. They didn’t make it.”

Dropping the phone, I ran into my living room to cut on the television. Keeping the channel on local news, I was able to see the breaking news banner run across the screen with a car accident shown from a helicopter. Police cars, paramedics, and fire trucks lit up the road as the horrific scene was displayed for the world to see. Tears formed in my eyes—I was in complete shock. Rissa was just here with me, and now she was gone. To know she was with her brother…

“Send your brother my way, and I will make sure he knows the goodness of God’s grace and mercy. He’s going to need it for where I’m sending him.”

“No…” I shook my head profusely.

There was no way Andre could have done this. Could he have ordered an accident while fucking me into the mattress? Or did he do this after leaving me comatose? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I wasn’t fond of his illegal activities before today, but now, I vowed to make Andre Boudreaux pay for crimes—especially the pain he’d just inflicted on my family.