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she dumped all the clothing from the top drawer into a garbage bag. “Wait until I tell Zion,” Nautica said to herself. “He is gonna nut the fuck up!” She threw the blanket into the washing machine.
    Nautica finally understood now why Loon never said anything to her. He had a fetish for her. She picked up the phone to call Zion but stopped when she thought about how much Loon meant to him. Zion would always tell her that Loon had it hard growing up and was a troubled soul. Instead, knowing Zion had a bad temper, she decided to just keep her distance from Loon’s deranged ass. She shook her head as she made her way to the living room. Loon had completely ruined her sexual appetite. Loon doesn’t have it all. She knew he was a little bit off, but she’d never expected anything like she’d just witnessed.

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    Chapter Four
    “Fuck that!” Zion yelled. He sat on the sofa counting money that he’d just robbed from a hustler in Detroit. “You ain’t going to no strip club. I don’t care who birthday it is!”
    “But, baby,” Nautica pleaded, “it’s not going to be like that. It’s just a little private party to celebrate Khia’s birthday.” She stood in front of him with her arms crossed, trying to sway his decision.
    Zion shot a cold stare at Nautica, and if looks could kill, she would have been in a body bag.
    Nautica took a deep breath and stormed into the back room. She slammed the door and flopped down on the bed. She looked around the plush room and realized that it wasn’t worth being imprisoned. She had been with Zion for three months, and it didn’t take long for his true colors to come out. She found out that he was possessive and controlling. This nigga tripping. He doesn’t want me to go anywhere! Nautica folded her arms across her chest and sat there sulking.
    Meanwhile Loon sat in Zion’s kitchen counting up money and remained silent as he listened in on the conversation. Nautica never said anything to Loon after what she’d seen him doing with her underwear a while back and acted as if he didn’t exist when he was around. She always grew an uncomfortable feeling in Loon’s presence.
    Zion looked over at Loon and signaled for him to leave, so that he could talk to Nautica alone, and almost instantly, Loon stopped counting the money and exited the house. Zion focused his attention back on Nautica. He shook his head from side to side, not seeing why she would want to be in a strip club again.
    Although Zion gave Nautica any and everything she wanted, he took her life away from her, and began to exhibit his jealousy more and more each day. Zion had her trapped and made her quit the strip club and cashier job, telling her, “My woman don’t work.” But that only made her dependent on him, which was just the way he liked it.
    It didn’t take long for her to realize how he got down. He would come in at night with blood on his clothes and duffle bags full of bloody money, and it scared her to death. One night she even walked in on him and Loon counting up a table full of money, ski masks pulled to the top of their heads. She always wondered when karma would get Zion, and would she suffer for his wrongdoings. She would have never dealt with him if she knew the truth, because she knew what came with being a stickup kid.
    Zion came in the room and saw Nautica on the bed moping. He stood in front of her and ran his fingers through her hair, trying to change her mood. “Baby, brighten up.” He took a seat next to her.
    Nautica remained silent and kept her act up, hoping to change his mind.
    Zion rubbed her back. “You know how much I love you, right? I just want you to get away from that life. That strip club is your past, and I don’t want you in that type of environment.”
    “But it ain’t even like that. Khia’s birthday is today, and I told her I’d be there.”
    Zion stood quickly and raised his voice, “Fuck that! You can go to the mu’fuckin’ club, but