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Dear John letters. Tammy made it to JFK just in time for flight to St.Barts. She always wanted go and she figured now was as good a time as any to get away. She needed some time to clear her head and get her life together. She hoped Miles opened the envelope she handed him and took to heart what was in it. If he did she was sure that it would change him and his outlook on their relationship. If not she had a long road ahead of her.
    Jihan Jeffries sat outside the corner store on Nodstrand finishing up his taylor ham, egg and cheese sandwich as he waited on the corner for his partner Miles to come through. A true product of the street Jihan stood at a solid 6"2 with 230 pounds of pure muscle. Growing up an orphan Jihan had no sense of compassion or love. Jihan and Miles went way back to their foster home days and whenever he needed a job done J was always there to make sure it was carried out. In this case he had some psycho girl who apparently was out to get him and he needed her taken care of. Jihan usually only dealt with males but since Miles was practically family he had no choice. Miles pulled around in a Lincoln town car with black tints not his usual vehicle but whatever. “What up nigga, where’s the range playboy?” J asked looking inquisitive. “Man it’s getting detailed you know how I do, hop in.” J hopped in on the other side as they made there way up Madison Ave. “So like I was saying I have someone on my hands that I need you to take care of. Her name is Tamyra Wright and from what I’m told she’s in St. Barts. She’s some psycho side chick I had but I think she’s out to get me.” Miles said as J took in his orders. “Basically I need it clean and simple she’s a female so no need for the scarface gangster theatrics I just need it to look like an overdose, even if you gotta stuff the pills down that bitch throat.” Miles said with no inch of sarcasm. “So what was so bad to make you want to kill the chick, I mean to shake her up is one thing but you want me to dead her what’s up bruh?” Jihan asked quite puzzled. He never could understand Miles’ train of thought even when they were foster kids in the same home Miles’ always wanted to prove himself King no matter what the cost. He always wanted the last word, and in most cases he got it. “Look there’s one thing that can always bring down a nigga on top of his game and that’s a dishonest bitch, in this case I’ve got that problem can you fix or not? Miles asked as he reached into his jacket pocket for Jihan’s compensation. Jihan looked at the large wad and without hesitation answered “No doubt.” Jihan got out the Lincoln town car with over 10 grand a ticket to St.Barts and a planned agenda.
    Decked out in her darkest Rayban shades a pair of vince Denim skinny jeans and a Wildfox tee Paris looked out the window of her first class seat on her American Airline flight. She was on her way to meet Miles in LA to record some tracks for her new album. She had to admit she was happy to get away from all the gossip that was going on in the industry about her and Miles’ rumored relationship. She really didn’t care what people had to say but she did care about what Miles’ thought of her and her career. Miles was there waiting on her already. With her album scheduled to go out in the next eight months Paris had a lot of pressure on her and at times she felt maybe she wouldn’t be all she thought she could be. Lucky for her Miles was there to reassure her every step of the way. After a grueling flight Paris was finally at Miles LA home. A two bedroom condo located in the heart of Beverly Hills that gave them tons of room to play with. “Hey Miles I’m here.” Paris yelled. “I’m up here ma.” Miles replied from upstairs. As Paris made her way up the stairs she could smell Lavender and Vanilla filling the room. She never thought of Miles as the incense type but she was loving the relaxing aromatherapy effect it had on her.