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you want to observe be murdered?"
         Mr. Patterson’s face suddenly turned into an angry scowl, and he stared at me right in my eyes.
         "All of you niggers look like guilty monsters. Why do you think so many white people pick out the wrong black guy? Because the next one looks capable of doing what was done to them. Dreads or no dreads. Dark or light. Skinny or fat. Young or old. Prison was designed for you niggers. That's just the way it is, like it or not."
         Mrs. Patterson looked at her husband incredulously as she covered her mouth in genuine shock. Redman and I rushed toward him at the same time. Redman kicked him viciously in the head. I then stabbed him in his face, neck, chest, and stomach until I couldn't swing my arm any longer. Mrs. Patterson crawled on the floor to her husband, crying softly. She climbed on top of him and buried her face into his bloody shirt. She didn't see me hand Redman the gun with the silencer. She didn't see him place the barrel to her head. I wonder if she felt any of the four bullets that he put into her head. Her body shook as if she had to have felt at least one of them.
         I stripped off of all of my blood soaked clothes and threw them into a trash bag, along with the plates, forks, and cups that we had eaten and drank from. I instructed Redman to move the bodies around the kitchen to screw up the murder scene. (I watched many episodes of the first 48, and CSI, religiously, until I felt I knew many ways to get away with murder.) I left the kitchen to get some of Mr. Patterson’s clothes. We discovered that, for a white dude, he had some good tastes! 
    We found a few cans of gas in the basement next to a huge lawn mower. We poured gas throughout the entire house. We then set fire in the basement, which gave us enough time to walk out and calmly make our escape.
    Chapter 10
     
         "Pop that, pop that, pop that..."
         French Montana's song has King of Diamonds off the chain. 
    Redman said that there was a new club, and that it did not begin to compare to the one in Miami; however, I had no complaints. All of the chicks I saw in the club were popping their asses, and were absolutely beautiful! I watched Samantha giving a female a lap dance, and looking too sexy! 
    With a thousand dollars sitting in the open in front of us, I bought a bottle of Peach Ciroq for Redman and me. That brought us the attention we sought. Every dancer came to our table to earn some money; but Fatima and Samantha stayed away. I had a ball, though one of the strippers has made my jeans smelling like something unnatural! I didn’t care and added to the smell by getting lap dances from every dancer in the club. As time headed toward the end of the night, Redman and I called Samantha and Fatima over. I leaned toward them, drunk.
         "Come on home. The rest of the money on the table is for y'all. Go fucking change and take us home!”
         Samantha leaned over and kissed me passionately as she grabbed her share of the money and put it back in my pocket. Fatima did the same thing.
          "We'll be right back, daddy!"
         They both hurried to the back, and I turned to Redman.
         "She called me ‘daddy,’ ‘Lil Bro! Who’s the fucking man?"
         He smiled at me, leaned over, and threw up. I fell onto the floor, laughing hysterically!
     
     
    Chapter 11
     
         Samantha stood outside the shower, watching as Mr. Patterson’s blood ran off my body which made the water in the tub pink. Once there was no blood water left, she hopped in the shower and washed me thoroughly from head to toe including my manhood. She then had me lay down as she ran us some bath water. We soaked, talked, sucked, and fucked until the water turned cold.
         We then went into my room and made sweet, tender love until the wee hours of the morning. I woke up a few hours later because my body was so used to waking up early. I couldn't sleep past eight