Cheaper to Keep Her Part 3 Read Online Free

this fucking maniac from pulling any of my hair out.
    “Hey, wait! Ouchhhhh! You’re gonna pull my hair out!” I belted out, on the verge of tears.
    “Shut the fuck up bitch before I kill you right now.”
    It was hard but I managed to calm myself in spite of the grip this asshole had on my hair. I swear I felt a few strands of my hair tearing from my scalp when he pulled me up from the floor. I tried to ease the pain by standing very close to him.
    “Where the motherfucking money?” he asked me, sounding very frustrated.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no money here,” I told him, staring directly into his eyes since that was the only thing on him visible.
    He wrapped his hand around my hair even tighter and pulled me closer to him. My hair and the weave I had sewn in added more pressure to my scalp after he tugged on it, causing my head to burn with excruciating pain. “Bitch, don’t lie to me! We know Bishop keeps his stash here.”
    “I swear I’m not lying to you. If he got some money in here, then he never told me about it,” I tried to plead with him as tears ran down my face.
    The other guy came back into the living room where we were. “The refrigerator and the bedroom are clean. So, there’s gotta be another spot in here that I’m overlooking.”
    My captor yanked my hair yanked again and redirected my attention to the other guy. “Tell us where the money is, bitch!” he demanded. His tone sounded more terrifying with each word he uttered.
    “I told you I didn’t know,” I began to cry. The fact that I couldn’t help them was a clear indication that they were going to end my life sooner than later. I really wished I knew what they were talking about, because I would’ve given it to them immediately after they entered the apartment. My life meant more to me than Bishop’s stash. If you want to know the fucking truth, all the money in the world wasn’t worth my life. How dare Bishop put me in harm’s way like this? Evidently, he did something to have these guys under the assumption that he hid his money in this apartment.
    “I’m gonna give you one more chance to tell us where the money is. And if you don’t, then your brains are going to be splattered all over the motherfucking floor,” he roared.
    Hearing this man tell me I was about to die if I didn’t point him in the direction of Bishop’s stash paralyzed me even more than before. I honestly wanted to kick myself for coming all the way up north only to end up in a fucked up situation like this. I mean, I would’ve been better off getting killed back in Virginia. At least the few family members I dealt with from time to time would’ve been able to see that I had a proper burial.
    “I’m gonna count to ten,” he continued and then he started counting down.
    “One. Two. Three. Four . . .” I heard him say and then I tuned him out. I know I had to tell these guys something but my mind wouldn’t function. I even tried to think back to all the times Bishop came by with packages in his hands and went into different rooms in the apartment with it. Even with that information, my mind kept coming up blank. I didn’t know what else to do but accept my fate. After I reiterated to him that I didn’t know anything, I closed my eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger. When he got to ten, my tears soaked my face while I asked God to take my soul. Then I exhaled.
    “Leave her alone. I can take it from here,” I heard a familiar voice say.
    I wanted to open my eyes but I was afraid to for fear that my mind was playing tricks on me. Then I heard the voice again, “Y’all go ahead and leave. I’ll catch up with y’all later.”
    When the voice resonated in my mind this time, I opened my eyes and turned in the direction it was coming from. I literally gasped for air when I saw Bishop standing at the front door. I could not wrap my mind around what was going on, especially after hearing him tell these fucking