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winked at me as he buckled his belt. “And I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time we can do this at my house.”
    “As long as the money is as good as the dick I don’t mind.”
    He frowned at me. “You still want me to pay you? I thought we just had a moment. Didn’t you feel connected to me when we came?”
    I gave him an incredulous look. The dick was good but not good enough for me to turn stupid and forget about my money. “Nigga stop playing and give me my money.”
    A look of anger overcame his face and before I knew what was happening he had me hemmed up against the wall with his hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing the life out of me.
    “It’s bitches like you who make a nigga do shit like this,” he ranted as I gasped for air. “Why can’t ya’ll act right? I thought we had a moment but you were just thinking of me as a trick and trying to play me.”
    My body had used up the last of its air supply and I felt as though I was about to pass out, but before that happened he finally released me. I slid boneless to the floor, coughing as I pulled air into my starved lungs.
    When I looked up again the trick had already left, taking my money with him. A scream of anger escaped my mouth as I realized that I wasn’t going to get paid after putting in all that work. Which meant I wasn’t going to get my fix. Security ran into the room asking what was wrong but I couldn’t even find the fucking words to answer. Tears of frustration spilled down my cheeks. While those fools were busy fussing over me, my money was probably escaping into the night.
    I was still drowning in my despair when Trina entered the room and crouched down beside me. “Are you ok?” she asked in what seemed like genuine concern.
    “That motherfucker nearly killed me and he didn’t even pay me,” I cried. “How the fuck am I gonna get my fix now?” At the moment, I was too mentally fucked up to think about filtering what I was saying.
    “Girl don’t worry, I got you,” she reassured me. “I already told you that you and I had a lot of things in common.”
    She discreetly slipped a small dime bag, containing a white substance, from her pocket and as I looked at the product I immediately began salivating. I may not have trusted the bitch but I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no to her drugs.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    TYGA
    I came home to find my wife lying in bed watching TV. She was looking so damn sexy in nothing but a tank top and underwear. And I immediately felt my dick rise at the sight of her thick thighs and firm high booty. Every time I saw Sexy I was happy that I was smart enough to put her ass on lock. At five and a half months pregnant my wife was still one of the baddest bitches I knew. But even greater than the way she looked, was the love that she carried in her heart for a nigga like me. In the past, I had done Sexy dirty a lot of times but thank god she never gave up on me.
    I sat on the bed beside her and she had a smile for me on those beautiful pink lips.
    “What are you doing home in the middle of the day?” She asked, leaning over to give me a quick kiss. Usually at this time of the day I would be at one of the clubs doing paperwork or making rounds in the streets to ensure my empire was running smoothly. A nigga like me had a lot on his plate but today I had taken the afternoon off to spend it with my wife.
    “I got something for you,” I smirked , knowing she would love what I was about to reveal.
    I pulled my T-shirt over my head , exposing my newest tat and it provoked a startled gasp from my wife’s lips.
    “O h bay,” she whispered with joy in her pretty green eyes. She softly traced the inked lettering with her index finger. “When did you get this done?”
    “Last week.” It was hell hiding it from her because I usually slept naked and when I started going to bed in a T-shirt and boxer s she would eye me with suspicion