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if he doesn’t get his money back. I know he will.”
    Killed Sunny? His money back? Honey had stolen his money? I had to find my replacement for my acting gig. “I’ma call Grant. He’ll straighten this out. Grant is a real man and he’ll kick Valentino’s ass.” I scrolled my electronic phonebook.
    I’d saved Grant’s number in my phone when my ex-boss, Trevor Williams, owner of Stilettos, arranged for me to pleasure Grant. I’d sexed Grant so Grant would partner with Trevor on a real estate development deal. I didn’t know the details of their deal. All I knew was I’d gotten paid one grand to fuck a fine ass man that I would’ve sexed for free. The business deal collapsed when Grant declined Trevor’s offer. The encounter with Grant happened before I’d met Honey but Honey sensed our energy. At first she was mad at me. Then she was upset with Grant. None of that mattered now that her life was endangered.
    Onyx shook her head. “I talked to him before you got here. He’s on his way.”
    “That’s whatz up.” Plan B. “I’ll call Sapphire then.” I pressed the letter S on my phone.
    I’d met Sapphire at a bar in Las Vegas. Honey and Grant were upstairs in their hotel room having make-up sex. I didn’t want to stay alone in my room so I went to the bar. Sat next to this sexy stranger. The more we talked, introduced ourselves, I found out Sapphire knew Honey and Alphonso. What I didn’t know that night was Sapphire also knew Grant. Our separation was less than six degrees.
    “She’s on her way too,” Onyx said.
    Relieved that we had serious backup on the way, I yelled into the cordless, “Hey! Valentino! Answer this damn phone. This is Red Velvet, motherfucker.”
    The constant static in the phone stopped. Silence crept into my ear. Chills crawled up my spine, tensing my neck when I heard a man’s voice, “Who the hell is this?”
    “This is Red Velvet and I’m going to personally beat your ass if you harm Honey.” I stood in the doorway. The outskirts of downtown Atlanta were close to the hood. Convenience must’ve been Honey’s motive for choosing this location on Peachtree. “Punk. Where is Honey?”
    Calmly he said, “I thought this call had dropped. Put Onyx on the phone, Red Velvet.”
    “I’m running this show. You gon’ talk to me.”
    “Okay, Red Velvet. Is red your favorite color?” he asked.
    “Yours?” I countered. “Stop wasting my time, you motherfucking coward. Where in the hell is Honey?”
    “Honey is dead.”
    Speechless, I prayed the fool was bluffing. He wasn’t that stupid. If Honey was dead, why would he be talking to me?
    “You mean Lace. If I don’t get my money, she’s going to die,” he said. “I’m a generous motherfucker so I’ll personally drop her dead ass off on Blackland in front of her house, and trust me you won’t be able to identify her body. Or I’ll take her to a mortuary after I cut off her arms and legs. Save the coroner a trip. Since you’re in charge, you decide. You can give me my money in exchange for your precious Lace St. Thomas. Or I’ma put your ass on your back, spread your legs wide open until you fuck enough johns to earn me my money, bitch. All of it!”
    Lace St. Thomas? Honey must’ve given Valentino a fake name.
    Memories of Alphonso Allen raping me on Venice Beach haunted me. Valentino’s words took me back to a place I hated going. In my mind I could feel the sand in my hair, Alphonso’s dick trying to dig out my insides. I blamed myself for trusting a man I didn’t know. The more I cried, the harder he fucked me, until he came, until he emptied his seeds inside of me, then left me alone to give birth to his son. I wanted to abort his baby but I couldn’t kill my child. Fuck Valentino. He couldn’t put me on a stroll. Could he? I had to sort this out quick. I gestured at Onyx. She took the phone.
    “Valentino, give me forty-eight hours,” Onyx pleaded. “I’ll find a way to wire you the money. I