Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 (The Saga Continues) Read Online Free PDF Page A

and I head out to the club.”
    “How long are you going to be?” I asked.
    “Not too long,” he replied as he stuck the hotel key into his front pocket. Ten seconds later, he and Katrina were gone.
    When the door closed I took a seat on the bed. There I was sitting in the room all by myself. I had no idea what I was going to do while they were gone. And that’s when I realized I had no friends or family to call. I wasn't a bad person so why was I alone? At that very moment I thought back on my life and tried to remember how many people I had done wrong? I knew there were at least two men I had used for my own personal gain. But I didn’t believe I caused this much karma. I mean, all I'd ever done was use those cats for their money. That was it.
    So for me to go to jail for something I did not do was really fucked up. I can count the fingers on one hand for the times I did someone wrong. But I would need to use my hands and my feet to count the many times I had been done wrong. It seemed as if I couldn’t get any sympathy from anyone around me. But when the shoe was on the other foot people were quick to point fingers. I couldn’t express it enough about how it was going to be about me from this day forward. I was stepping on any and everybody’s fucking feet to get where I got needed to go. No more Miss Nice Girl. I was going to be the biggest bitch ever. Fuck that! Nice Girl died in jail, now only the Bitch with Attitude was left.
    Instead of being in the room I grabbed the key card and headed down to the lobby of the hotel. I figured getting some fresh air would take my mind off the bullshit I had running through my mind. I had no idea where I was going but I knew I needed to take a walk. I headed out to Virginia Beach Boulevard and headed toward Barnes and Noble bookstore. I didn't have a penny in my pocket to buy anything but I knew that I couldn’t cause any harm by browsing through the books and magazines when I got there. Thank God the weather was nice, so my walk went fairly quick. I was greeted by one of the store clerks and was told that if I needed anything, don't hesitate to ask.
    “Can you tell me where the African American section is?” I asked.
    The young lady pointed me in the right direction of the African American section was, I thanked her and went on my merry way.
    When I was in jail I was turned on to a book called Keep the Faith by Faith Evans. My cellmate at the time was reading it and told me I had to read it. So I took it after she was done and when I read the first page I was hooked. So I figured since I'm not doing anything why not see if I can find another book by her. I mean who knows, I could probably read damn near an entire book while Bishop and Katrina were out.
    While I glanced through the books in the urban section I noticed two men walking up behind me. They startled the hell out of me. I turned around and faced them both. One of them was a Caucasian male and the other one was Black. Both men were dressed in plainclothes but it wasn't hard to tell that they were detectives. I stood there with a puzzled expression because it had just dawned on me that this black guy was the exact same man who was following me earlier while Bishop and I was in the mall. I chuckled underneath my breath because now it came to me why he was following me. “You know I almost blew your cover earlier when I noticed you following in the mall,” I stated.
    “I’m glad you didn’t,” he replied as he extended his hand to introduce himself. “My name is Detective Whitfield and this is my partner, Detective Rosenberg. We’re the investigators assigned to the murders and the illegal baby adoptions done by the hands of Duke Carrington.”
    I shook his hand and immediately let it go. I nodded my head instead of saying a word. They were in my space, so I knew they had more to say than I did.
    “Mind if we go somewhere more private?” Detective Whitfield asked me as he looked around at our