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  “How do I treat you like a prostitute?”

  “You constantly with the next chick and then when you get caught you wanna turn around and buy me a gift with my own money,” Honey said giving Cam a sad look. “Then you go out and trick on these bitches with my money.”

  “That’s not your money! That’s our money!” Cam corrected her. “I get paid for managing you,” he reminded her.

  “I’m the one on stage every motherfucking night singing and dancing, not you!”

  “Bitch you wouldn’t even be where you are today if it wasn’t for me!” Cam snapped. “You let these clown ass niggaz gas your head up if you want to.”

  As the two went back and forth, across from them in the other VIP area they watched as Snow and his crew stood on couches making it rain and enjoying themselves.

  “Cam I just want to be happy,” Honey said as her eyes began to water.

  “Yeah me too,” Cam said as he spun off leaving Honey standing there looking stupid and feeling like shit on her birthday.

  Honey watched as Cam exited the VIP section. Before he exited the club, Cam went out of his way to get the attention of some big breasted white girl. All Honey could do was shake her head as she watch Cam and the big breasted white girl exit the club together.

  The site of Cam leaving the club with another woman caused Honey to see red and murderous thoughts immediately filled her head. Just the thought of Cam fooling around with another woman had her ready to kill. Without thinking twice, Honey shot to her feet and made a beeline straight for the exit with Truck in tow.

  Outside in the parking lot Cam sat behind the wheel of his Benz with his hands up the white girl’s dress. The louder the white girl moaned, the faster Cam worked his fingers on her love button. “You nasty ass bitch,” he growled in the white girl’s ear. “After you cum on my fingers I’m going to fuck the shit out of your mouth and you gonna be a good girl and suck the shit outta this big dick right?”

  “Yes,” the white girl moaned as her body began to shake uncontrollably. Just as the white girl started to cum, the passenger door swung open and Honey violently snatched her out of the passenger’s seat by her hair.

  “Bitch!” Honey barked as she went to punch the white girl in her face, but luckily for the white girl, Truck stepped in between the two right on time.

  “It’s not worth it,” Truck warned as he pushed Honey to a comfortable distance. Immediately the white girl took off running through the parking lot not wanting to get caught up in a violent altercation.

  “On my birthday!” Honey screamed as she swung on Cam. “You do this to me on my fucking birthday!” She cried as she went to scratch Cam’s eyes out, but he quickly grabbed a hold of both of Honey’s wrist and restrained her.

  “Chill the fuck out!” Cam yelled. “I only did that to make you mad. I knew you were going to come out here and I just wanted some attention from you,” he claimed as his hands dropped down to Honey’s plump ass.

  “You’re a fucking liar!” Honey growled. “If I didn’t come out here when I did, you’d probably be long stroking that white girl right now!”

  “I wanna long stroke you right now,” Cam said trying to sneak a kiss, but Honey quickly jerked her head back.

  “Nigga please! You ain’t long stroking shit over here,” Honey said trying to stay strong. The reality of the matter was that she missed Cam like crazy and hadn’t had sex since leaving the house and even though Cam was a world class creep, he was a master when it came to pleasing a woman’s pussy.

  “Come on let’s get in the car and go home before it starts raining,” Cam said leading Honey around to the passenger door of the Benz. Like the perfect gentleman he opened the door for Honey and helped her inside. He then turned to Truck. “Yo grab her car and meet us at the house,” he said as he hopped in the Benz and pulled off.

  * * *

  Honey walked through the front door, kicked her heels off, reached up under her shirt from behind and removed her bra, then headed straight for the kitchen where she helped herself to a strong drink. Normally Cam would have said something about her drinking, but tonight since he was already in enough trouble he decided to give Honey a pass.

  “You are so sexy when you’re mad,” Cam said as he rubbed Honey’s cheek.

  “Fuck you Cam,” Honey said downing the liquid fire in one gulp. “I just came here to grab a few of my things and then I’m out.”

  “What are you so angry for?”

  “I’m angry because you make me this way. Oh and don’t think for a second that I forgot about you and that blonde hair bitch either!”

  “What blonde hair bitch?” Cam asked faking ignorance.

  “When I kill the bitch, then you’ll know which one I’m talking about!” Honey barked.

  Cam crept up on Honey from behind and began to plant soft kisses on the back of her neck. “You don’t love me no more?” he asked in a strong whisper as his hands found his way down to Honey’s huge ass.

  “I hate you Cam,” Honey said as her breathing became a little choppy. No matter how mad she was with Cam for some reason she just couldn’t seem to resist him.

  Cam hiked up Honey’s spandex skirt from behind and smiled when he saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “You still mad at me?” Cam asked as he forced Honey’s legs apart and spread both her ass cheeks apart, got down on his knees, dipped his head down and began to slowly lick Honey’s clit in a circular motion. Cam heard her breathing change from smooth to desperate and choppy. The sound of Cam’s mouth was wet and his determination was loud.

  “Oh shit!” Honey moaned. She moaned deep and her body started to shake. She reached her hands back, grabbing a hold of Cam’s face steady pulling him deeper into her vagina. She was getting turned on by the slurping that came from between her legs. While Cam worked his tongue, he also slipped two fingers in and out of Honey slowly, only turning her on even more.

  “You want me to stop?” Cam teased.

  “Fuck me Cam!” Honey begged. “Fuck me!”

  “You gonna be a good girl?” Cam asked as his fingers continued to work in and out of Honey.

  “Yes daddy I promise I’mma be good… Please fuck me,” Honey begged.

  Cam spun Honey around, scooped her up in the air, and immediately Honey’s thick thighs wrapped around his waist like a pair of pliers. The two kissed passionately as Cam slipped himself inside of Honey’s warmth.

  “Arrrgh,” Honey moaned as Cam split her open entering her walls. She took his heat and he handled her heat in return.

  Cam held Honey up with his hands underneath her butt and her legs wrapped around his body. She strained and bounced up and down hard and fast with one arm around Cam’s neck and her other palm extended, holding on to the top of the refrigerator to help keep her balance. Cam stroked her hard and fast until she came and when she came, Cam still didn’t stop. He kept going until Honey tried to push him away because she couldn’t take anymore, but Cam wasn’t going anywhere and he wasn’t going to be pushed away. He held Honey in the air and continued to slide in and out of her, held her tight, made her his prisoner. Cam slipped out and Honey moaned and quickly rushed him back inside of her. She grabbed Cam’s ass forcing him deeper and deeper inside of her. Her breathing was as thick as the heat between her legs. Her fingernails dug into Cam’s skin marking him.

  Cam carried Honey over to the leather sofa and sat down. Honey pushed Cam and made him sit back resting on his elbows while she hurried and bounced on top of him with force moving in her own urgent and labored rhythm. She moved like she was no longer in charge of her body. Honey wrapped her arms around Cam’s neck and announced her orgasm. He jerked and groaned, fought fire with fire, a battle that he was losing one pant at a time. Cam pounded her, pounded her and stared into her eyes until finally he blew his load.

  “Arrrggh!” Cam groaned as his body jerked and then went limp. “Damn!”

  Honey quickly hopped up off of Cam with a serious look on her face. “I know yo
u didn’t just cum inside of me.”

  “Sorry baby I just couldn’t help myself,” Cam said with a devilish grin on his face.

  “You know I stopped taking birth control,” she said as she rushed towards the bathroom. Minutes later Honey returned from the bathroom with a frown on her face.

  “What I do now?” Cam asked with an exhausted look on his face.

  “I’m still mad with you,” Honey admitted. She loved Cam with all she had, but she couldn’t understand why he made her an option when she made him a priority.

  “I love you.”

  “Do you really love me Cam?” Honey asked. “And I mean really, really love me?”

  Cam sat silent for a second and then he finally replied. “I do.”

  “Damn it took you that long to answer if you love me or not?” Honey asked with an attitude.

  “Stop acting like that. You know I love you. Now go in the kitchen and make a nigga something to eat,” Cam said as he slapped Honey on the ass.

  With that being said, Honey headed in the kitchen and began preparing Cam a meal.

  Chapter 15

  NO WHERE TO RUN

  Blondie laid across her bed butt naked staring up at the ceiling listening to Drake’s latest CD. Her head was all over the place. She hadn’t seen or heard from Cam since his last visit when he put his hands on her. Blondie had reached out several times trying to get in contact with Cam, but to no avail. She was beginning to wonder if Cam even cared about her the way he claimed he did. Every time her phone rang she would break her neck trying to get to it in hopes that it was Cam.

  “Fuck this,” Blondie said. She was sick and tired of sitting around waiting and hoping that Cam called. She grabbed her iPhone and dialed Cam’s number. It rung twice and then the voicemail picked up. Blondie was getting ready to leave Cam a nasty message letting him know how she really felt when she heard what sounded like shattering glass coming from downstairs. Immediately she sat up and turned off the music so she could hear better.

  Blondie stood completely still for ten seconds listening for noises. Just as she got ready to breathe a sigh of relief she heard what sounded like a boot stepping on crunched glass. She quickly hopped out of her bed and eased her way over towards the doorway and then inched out into the hallway. As Blondie reached the hallway she heard more and more movement coming from downstairs. “Whoever is down there better leave now!” she yelled. “I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it!” she lied hoping that her bluff would scare off whoever had broken into her home.

  Blondie stood at the top of the stairs when she spotted two mask men charging full speed up the stairs. She couldn’t quite make out what they held in their hands, but whatever it was, it was shiny.

  Blondie quickly took off in a full sprint back to her bedroom where she slammed and locked the door behind her. Then she ran over to her dresser and struggled as she used all of her might to push it in front of the bedroom door. Seconds later, the sound of someone trying to kick the door open could be heard.

  BOOM!

  BOOM!

  BOOM!

  Blondie scrambled over to the bed where her iPhone lay. Her nerves were so bad that it took her two tries before she finally dialed the correct numbers to 911.

  “911 how can I help you?” the operator asked.

  “Someone’s broke into my house and trying to kill me!” Blondie said with her voice full of panic.

  “Calm down ma’am. Are you in the house alone?”

  BOOM!

  BOOM!

  With each second that passed the kicks to the door were getting louder and louder.

  “Yes! Please send somebody over here now, please!” Blondie begged.

  “Help is on the way. Just remain calm and find some place to hide until help arrives,” the operator said in a calm tone.

  Blondie looked around her room and the only place for her to hide was in the closet. Without thinking twice she ran and hid in the closet and began to pray. Praying wasn’t something that Blondie usually did, but right now prayer was all she had. A loud boom startled Blondie as she heard footsteps moving around inside her bedroom. Silent tears slid down her cheeks as the small light under the closet door suddenly became dark.

  The closet door was snatched open and on the other side stood two mask men.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” Blondie begged.

  Without warning the taller gunman snatched Blondie to her feet by her hair while the shorter gunman shoved a sharp knife in her gut and then twisted the handle back and forth for good measures. The shorter gunman stabbed Blondie repeatedly even after he was sure that she was dead.

  * * *

  Detective Washington exited the liquor store and slid back inside his unmarked car. After a long day, he badly needed a drink. Detective Washington was one of the best detective’s in the city. He was a detective that took his job serious and he always had a no nonsense attitude when it came to people breaking the law.

  Detective Washington cracked open his bottle of Vodka and took a deep swig. Then he heard the dispatcher on his radio announce a home invasion not too far from his location. He took another swig from the bottle as he thought about ignoring the call and heading home, but the cop in him wouldn’t allow him to go home.

  “10-4, I’m not too far away from that location. I’ll go check it out,” Detective Washington said into his walkie-talkie as he headed towards the address.

  When Detective Washington arrived at the location the bottle of Vodka he’d been drinking was almost half empty. He looked at the town house and nothing looked out of the ordinary. “Fuck,” he cursed as he slid out of the driver door and headed towards the front door of the house.

  Detective Washington stopped short when he saw the front door ajar and broken glass near the entrance. “Detective Washington requesting back up,” he whispered into his walkie-talkie as he whipped his 9mm out of the holster with a snap. Detective Washington held his 9mm with a strong two handed grip as he eased his way towards the front door. The smart thing to do would have been to wait for his back up, but that’s not how Detective Washington operated. If someone inside the house was really in danger, they would more than likely be dead before back up arrived and that was a risk that he wasn’t willing to take.

  Detective Washington took his right hand and eased the front door open, when two bullets exploded through the door blowing thick chunks of wood inches away from his face.

  “Shit!” Detective Washington cursed as he entered the house on the silent count of three. When he entered the house he spotted a man in all black flee out the back door before he got a chance to get a shot off. He immediately took off behind the gunman. When Detective Washington made it out the back door he spotted two men running in opposite directions. Having to make a split decision, Detective Washington decided to go after the taller of the two gunmen.

  The tall gunman hopped a nearby fence and dashed out into the woods.

  Detective Washington hopped the fence and went after the gunman. His motto was to shoot and ask questions later especially since the gunmen were armed and dangerous. As he ran through the woods, he heard the sound of several different guns being blasted coming from the direction that the other gunman had headed, indicating that his backup had arrived.

  Detective Washington sprinted blindly through the woods. He had no idea where he was headed, but what he did know was that there was no way that he was letting the gunman get away.

  The gunman zipped through the woods like an expert. He had no clue where the path in the woods would lead him. His main concern was not getting caught. As he ran, he threw his arm over his shoulder and fired off five reckless shots in the direction of the detective in an attempt to slow him down. Up ahead the gunman spotted an abandoned looking house. With him running out of breath, he had no choice but to enter the abandoned house.

  Detective Washington took cover behind a tree, trying to avoid the bullets that he heard zipping through the leaves on the trees. Whoever these
gunmen were, it was obvious that jail wasn’t an option. If they were caught, they planned on holding court in the street.

  Detective Washington inched his way towards the front door of the abandoned house. He took a deep breath then came forward and kicked the front door open. He quickly removed his flashlight and slowly entered the house. With one hand Detective Washington held a firm grip on his gun and with his other hand; he held a tight grip on the flashlight. Movement coming from upstairs grabbed Detective Washington’s attention. Without thinking twice he headed upstairs in the direction of the noise. Detective Washington’s eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the dark, not to mention he had no clue what was lying around the next corner. He eased through the abandoned house with the business end of his gun leading the way. The wood floor squeaking caused Detective Washington to spin around and when he looked up, he saw the tall gunman swing a two by four at his face and then suddenly everything went black.

  Chapter 16

  WHERE AM I?

  Detective Washington woke up surrounded by paramedics and police officers. He was quickly helped up to his feet by a uniformed officer that he’d seen around a few times. “Did ya’ll catch the gunman?” was the first thing Detective Washington asked.

  “No sorry he got away,” the officer replied.

  “What about the second gunman?”

  “They both got away.”

  “Any clues?” Detective Washington asked as he exited the abandoned house and headed back towards the victims townhouse. He was pissed off that he had let the gunman get away.

  “No clues,” the officer said. “But we did check the victims phone records and the last call she made was to a Mr. Cameron Johnson.”

  “Really?” Detective Washington said as his eyes lit up.