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  My mind was on all of that good loving the night before and that morning. We’d had another heated session before finally eating the breakfast she’d cooked. I almost didn’t see the dark colored car that was coming down a side road. We weren’t that far from the house and the street was damn near empty. I guess I noticed the car because it was approaching at an unusually high speed.

  Pop! Pop! Pop!

  It sounded like firecrackers at first, but it soon registered that what I’d heard were gunshots. I focused on Sen’s car and watched as it spun out of control in front of me. As it ventured into the grass, I focused on the other car and noticed that it had come to a complete halt on the side of the road. I hit the brake and stopped right there in the middle of the road before grabbing my gun from the arm rest.

  When I got out of the car a tall, dark skinned man in a black suit was walking toward Sen’s car. I hadn’t even seen her hit the tree and all I could do was hope that she wasn’t hurt or dead. Had he shot her and if so why? I had no idea who that nigga was. It was like he didn’t even know I was there, or he didn’t care as I made my way over to him.

  Without hesitation I pointed my gun and he turned around. Just as he lifted his weapon I squeezed the trigger.

  Pow! Pow! Pow!

  He had left off two rounds.

  Pop! Pop!

  I managed to duck his shots, but one of my bullets hit his shoulder and the other two hit him in the abdomen. Good, none of my bullets were wasted. He was stunned as he dropped his gun and hit the ground. When I got closer to him I looked around to make sure that nobody was coming. I was so glad that it was early as hell and we were on a country road. The thing was I had to be careful to get out of there before somebody did drive up. I didn’t know if he was dead, so I let off one more round in his head.

  Pow!

  My heart was beating so fast and I was sweating hard as shit by the time I made it to Sen’s car. Her head was resting on the steering wheel and her eyes were closed. The first thing I did was check her for a pulse. It was strong, so that meant she was still alive. I lifted her head and then checked her body for blood or bullet wounds. It was a good thing I didn’t see any. I unbuckled her seat belt and quickly pulled her out of the car along with her purse. Putting her limp body over my shoulder, I rushed to my car, put her in the passenger seat and buckled her in.

  “Sen, baby…can you hear me?” I asked once I was behind the wheel.

  There was no time to waste, so I pulled off and headed to my crib. My first thought was to take her to the hospital, but the only injury she had was a slight bruise on her head from what I could see. Obviously the gunman’s bullet had simply shot her tires out and made her lose control of the car.

  “Mmm…” she let out a low moan and started moving around in the seat.

  “Sen…baby…you okay?”

  Chapter 9

  Jasenia

  Miami, Fla

  2 months ago

  “What, what do you mean?” I asked my mother as she stared at me with a blank expression on her face.

  “He wants you sweetheart and I need you to cooperate,” she said with her hand on my shoulder.

  I was sitting at my vanity doing my make up for what I thought was a business dinner with my mom and an associate of hers. The plan was to extend her clientele.

  Over the past few years I’d done what she asked and recruited some of the best money makers for her. The guilt that I felt over ruining the lives of women who once had dreams and goals was trumped by how much money I was making. My father gave me anything I wanted, but extra was always good. Suddenly, at that moment none of that shit seemed to be worth it.

  I made eye contact with my mother in the mirror. “So, you told him that I wasn’t for sale right?” Although I asked, I knew better.

  There was no limit to what that woman would do and at that point I was more than disgusted with her. If I’d never wanted to hurt her before I did then.

  She looked away and rubbed her hands together while attempting to make the lewd proposal sound good.

  “Jasenia, c’mon, woman up. It’s not like you ain’t never fucked for money before.”

  “You never cease to amaze me! Are you serious? You really think I’m gonna go fuck this dude so that you can do business with him?”

  “Uh, yeah! What if your father really cuts us off like he’s been threatening to do? Huh? What are we going to do then?” Her eyes were wide and she looked like a crazed maniac as she spoke.

  “My father will never cut me off. Just because he’s tired of taking care of your greedy ass doesn’t mean that he’s tired of taking care of me!” I shot back.

  It was clear to see that my words had fucked with her. “You’re gonna stop talking to me like that bitch! I’m your mother! Shit! I should’ve aborted your worthless ass! All you’ve ever been is a fucking burden to me!”

  When she grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the chair I was sitting in, I was stunned. She’d always talked shit, but never had she actually put her hands on me. I swung my fists above my head as best I could and landed a few punches to her face. She let me go huffing and puffing like we’d been boxing for twelve rounds.

  “I hate you!” I screamed enraged with anger. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not fucking anybody for you to come up!”

  With that said I grabbed my cellphone to call my father. I had to tell him what my mother was trying to make me do and the fact that she had actually assaulted me. At that point I didn’t care if he killed her trifling ass. She’d never been a real mother to me anyway.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” She asked.

  “Calling my father. He needs to know the truth about you!”

  She gave me a cold look as she snatched the phone from my hand.

  “What about him knowing the truth about you? If you don’t do what the fuck I told you to do I’ll tell your precious daddy about the abortion you had last year.”

  The menacing tone of her voice and the fury in her eyes told me that she would.

  I rolled my eyes at her in defiance. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll just deny it.”

  “Don’t forget that I paid for it, so I have the proof. Ha! Oh and how about the time he thought you were in Paris, but you were in rehab for three months.”

  A few months after the abortion I’d checked myself into rehab due to my addiction to Oxycontin and Xanax. I’d been off them ever since. Of course I didn’t want my father to find out about that. The thought infuriated me.

  “You’re so childish and petty!” I wanted to really hurt that bitch. “I wish you weren’t my mother!”

  “Well, I wish you weren’t my daughter, but what’s done is done right! No need to cry over spilled milk.” Her eyes were gauging my face for a reaction to her words.

  Did my mother just refer to my birth as spilled milk? Wow. Shit, it didn’t even hurt anymore. I guess I couldn’t miss what I never had; a mother’s love.

  All I could do was shake my head as I sighed. I didn’t want my father to know about the abortion I’d had, nor my stint in rehab. He would be so disappointed in me. For the time being I was going to go along with that twisted shit, but I wasn’t going to fuck anybody. Somehow, someway, I was going to find a way out of it.

  “I can’t believe you!” I hissed. “Do you feel anything for the child you pushed out of your pussy? That’s why I got that damn abortion! I don’t wanna be a fucked up ass mother like you!”

  She rolled her eyes and then clapped her hands like I was putting on an act.

  “What a great performance Sen. You’ve always been a great actress baby girl. Whatever you have to do for attention. That’s how you always got to your father. He was always weak for your ass. Of course I feel something for you. You’re mine. The thing is, I’ve never felt connected with you. Not even when you were a baby. You’re definitely your father’s child, but that’s beside the point right now."

  Was that bitch really trying to sweet talk me after she’d just
attacked me? My father was right, she was a mental case for real. It was just a matter of time before her behavior got her committed. If she put her hands on me again, I was going to fuck her ass up like she was some hoe in the streets.

  “Okay,” I said softly figuring that letting her think I was obliging would be best at the moment. “Just leave please so I can finish getting dressed.”

  “Alright baby girl. Wear that sexy, red Tom Ford dress. He’d love that.”

  There was a mad ass look on my face, but I was trying my best to throw her off.

  “Oh, baby girl relax. It’ll only be a couple days,” my mother added that bit of information at the very last minute.

  It was another bombshell she’d dropped, just like informing me that I was supposedly sleeping with a client for her.

  “Two days? You gotta be fucking kidding me. I can’t with you!” I stumped off toward the bathroom.

  “It’s okay Sen. You’re getting half a million dollars out of the deal!”

  “No, you’re getting half a million dollars out of the deal. I might just get ten percent of that! What you’re asking me to do is not okay! Fuck you…mother!” I slammed the bathroom door, sat down on the toilet and cried my eyes out.

  Less than two hours later I was in a luxurious suite at the Ritz Carlton Hotel with a strange, older man. He was about 5’10 with a slim build and graying hair. It wasn’t that he was bad looking, but I just wasn’t into having sex with men that I wasn’t physically attracted to for money. That just wasn’t my thing. I couldn’t believe that my mother was treating me like I was one of her hoes.

  “Wow, you’re so…beautiful. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. When Missy told me that you were her daughter I didn’t think she’d let me be with you, but…” His voice trailed off when he noticed the look in my eyes. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Well, not on purpose.”

  I shivered. His name was Will according to him and my mom told me that he was a human trafficker. He ran a prostitution ring that had clientele all over the world. My mother wanted to tap into that arena and actually auction off some of her girls for Will’s “business”. The thing was Will didn’t trust her. He claimed that if she’d sacrifice me, that was the only way to gain his trust to do business. My mother saw dollar signs and I saw red.

  I wasn’t nervous, but I was anxious to get the hell up out of there. Two days were too damn long to be stuck with a man I didn’t know or particularly like. He took women all over the world and profited from them having sex. True, my mother profited from women having sex, but it was their choice. From what I knew about Will, most of his prostitutes didn’t consent. Most had been kidnapped and some were underage. After they captured them they’d get them addicted to drugs to keep them complacent.

  “I’m fine,” I said simply as my mind worked on a way for me to make a break for it.

  It seemed that I could simply run up out of there, but something told me that he wasn’t going to let his investment just sneak away. Something told me that he was going to keep a close eye on me.

  “Do you want a drink?” He asked hopefully. “Maybe it’ll loosen you up.” His chestnut colored skin was pretty smooth for his age, but his small, dark, sly eyes made him look evil.

  His way of talking was sweet for the moment, but I was sure that his true side would come out eventually. We were all the way on the twelfth floor, so it wasn’t like I could just leave through the window. Damnit, I wasn’t trying to fuck that old ass man for any amount of money. My thoughts drifted to my father and how he would be disappointed in me. Then I thought about Trell and what he would do if he knew about what I was doing.

  Instead of pissing him off by refusing I went ahead and accepted although I didn’t plan to drink it. “Sure, a drink would be fine.”

  I flashed him a smile and he smiled back before getting up. He had his back to me, so I was able to tuck my slim, butterfly knife in the waistband of my thong before he turned around.

  “Vodka or cognac?” He asked.

  The smile was plastered on my face. “Vodka. Please add some juice.”

  He turned around again and I heard the sound of ice clinking in the glass. What if he planned to drug me and take advantage of me? Just because he seemed pleased by my mere presence, I knew that sex was coming. There was no way I was going through with that shit.

  After making our drinks he sat back down next to me and passed me a glass.

  “I prefer cognac,” he said.

  I nodded knowing that I’d asked for vodka because it was see through. After pretending to take a sip, I sat the glass down on the table.

  “So Will, tell me a little bit about yourself.” I was still smiling all hard, but in all actuality I wanted to bolt for the door.

  “Well, I’m fifty six years young and I got a lot of fuckin’ money. That’s all that matters.”

  I went along with his attempt to seduce me with his funds. “Shit, you’re right about that.” After licking my lips, I acted like I was taking another sip of the drink he’d made.

  His eyes were glued on me. “Mmm mmm mmm. I’on wanna waste no mo’ time.”

  “We got all weekend right?” I asked hoping he’d give me more time to figure out my escape.

  “Yeah, but the plan is to use every minute wisely. Shit, I got you and I’m tryna take advantage.” The way he was looking at me was like a lion stalking his prey.

  “Hmm, well…What do you have in mind?” I tried to act sexy and seductive, but I really wanted to throw up in my mouth.

  His cologne was too damn strong and he wasn’t my cup of tea in the first place. If only I had the heart to confess who I really was to my father, I wouldn’t be in the fucked up ass position that I was in.

  Will grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my seat. “C’mon love. Let’s go in the bedroom.”

  My nerves were really fucked up at that point and I hoped he wouldn’t be able to see the bulge of the knife in the tight dress I had on. Damn! What the fuck was I going to do? Shit was happening too damn fast.

  “Okay, uhhh…I can’t lie…I’m nervous. My mom may have left out the fact that I’m not used to doing this. Uhhh, a shower always relaxes me. You mind if I take one first?” I tried to look and sound as innocent as possible.

  It must’ve worked because he nodded as he smiled from ear to ear. “Hell yeah. You can do whatever you wanna do. As a matter of fact, a shower would be perfect. I’ll join you.”

  My heart sank. Shit, that wasn’t part of the plan. The whole point of the shower was for me to come up with something. Damnit!

  “Okay,” I said reluctantly. “I’m a little bashful, so you go in the bathroom and get the shower ready while I get undressed.”

  He shook his head. “Oh no…I’m not letting you out of my sight. I already paid your mama and I’on need you slippin’ out of here ‘cause you got second thoughts. Don’t think you can get away with some bullshit. My niggas know where I’m at and who I’m with.”

  I gulped. “I wasn’t plannin’ on doing anything.”

  “Okay, c’mon. I’ll get in the shower while you undress in the bathroom if it makes you feel better.”

  That didn’t really make me feel any better, but I followed him anyway. While he undressed I tried my best not to show how much he was really repulsing me by keeping a seductive look on my face. He was buying that fake shit. As a matter of fact he was eating it up.

  “You like what you see gorgeous?” He asked just as he dropped his drawers.

  His wrinkled dick was all shriveled up and short. I almost laughed out loud, but I held it in. At least if I went along with having sex with him it wouldn’t hurt. For some reason I looked around the bedroom. There were handcuffs, a whip, chains, and all types of shit laid out on the bed.

  What the fuck was that fool thinking? He was a sexual deviant and that became painfully obvious. Oh, he was one of those muthafuckas. He couldn’t hurt a bitch with his little dick, so he had to hurt women in other ways. After seei
ng that shit I knew what I had to do. There was no way he was doing the crazy, freaky ass shit that he was planning for me. Hell nah. Without giving him a clue about what I was thinking, I pretended that the items on the bed didn’t bother me one bit.

  He was butt naked as I followed him into the bathroom.

  “I can’t wait to get my hands on yo’ fine ass I’m gon’ do all types of shit to you. Hmm, you just don’t know. I can’t wait to get all up in that young pussy. I know it’s good. Mmm!” There was a huge, toothy smile on his face and his beer belly moved as he chuckled.

  Eww, his body was fucking disgusting as hell and when he started stroking his limp dick I wanted to disappear. When he turned around to turn the shower on I was relieved. I quickly moved the knife to the back of my thong. He turned around and stared me down again.

  “Okay, I’m ‘bout to get in, so go ahead and get undressed.”

  “A’ight.” My smile had to be enticing him because he didn’t press the issue as he stepped in the shower.

  I pulled my dress over my head and he watched me attentively.

  “You are perfect…” He was literally drooling and my mind was racing trying to come up with something.

  It was to no avail. There was only one way out. I was not going to let him violate me. There was no fucking way.

  “Thank you.” I was seducing him with my eyes as I removed my push up bra.

  His tongue was hanging out like a panting dog and it was hard for me to keep up my sexy, willing to fuck routine. It was only a matter of time before my true feelings started seething.

  For a split second he turned away to lather up and I removed my thong while holding the knife in my right hand. He didn’t notice as I stepped in the shower behind him. I was surprised that he kept his back to me and continued to wash himself. Damn, that shit was going to be easier than I thought and I had to act fast.

  Without even giving him a clue of what I was doing, I flipped the knife so that the handles were down and the blade was up. The cascading water masked the sound and he was oblivious. With a flick of my wrist the blade was in his back. I swiftly pulled it out and stabbed again and again and again. The sight of his blood really unleashed the beast inside of me. As I stabbed him over and over I saw my mother’s face. The truth was, I really wanted to put the blade of that knife in her, but I couldn’t. Because of that, I was going to take my vengeance out on him. By the time I was finished he was lying on his back, his body was still and the crimson blood was running down the drain with the water.