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have a fire inside of you that keeps burningwith more intensity. The more that nigga Jasper fucks with you, the hotter that shit seems to get. It’s a turn-on. But there’s something else about you, ma.…”
    I fold my arms over my chest, pressing them into my swelling nipples, aching for his tongue, his warm mouth. Oooh, God, I wanna fuck him. I blink my gaze away from his lips. “Oh, yeah. What’s that?”
    â€œUnderneath all that fire and passion and beauty makes you potentially dangerous, ma. Muhfuckas sleep on you. And that shit’s what’ll get them knocked. ’Cause on some real shit, ma. There’s a real killer inside of you. And that, Pasha”—he scoots up in his seat, placing his forearms up on my desk, then licking his lips and clasping his hands together—“is sexy as fuck. The way you move, no one would ever suspect you’d be capable of slumpin’ a muhfucka. But you proved you got it in you.”
    I blink. “Slumping Felecia, as you put it, wasn’t one of the things on my things-to-do list. Being a”—I lower my voice to a hushed whisper— “killer isn’t what I’ve aspired to be.”
    â€œYeah, but you thought it. I saw the fire in ya eyes when you spoke on it. Bodyin’ that broad gave you life, didn’t it? It gave you an adrenaline rush like no other, didn’t it? And”—he snaps his fingers—“just like that, it’s what you’ve become.”
    â€œBitch, you sealed your fate!”
    Thrrrssp!
    Felecia’s bloody mouth, her broken teeth, fragments of her skull and brain matter sweep through my head.
    I swallow.
    Shift in my seat.
    â€œFelecia got what her hand called for.”
    â€œAnd you can get paid out the ass to handle other muhfuckas who gotta get what their hands call for too.”
    I furrow my brows. “What exactly are you saying to me?”
    He tells me he’s down with a “work-for-hire” operation that his peoples’ runs. A multimillion-dollar business he operates that handles waste management —the elimination of unsuspecting marks through contract hits. That he currently has eighteen contractors on his squad. Fierce killers who move in silence, swift and unseen.
    â€œI want you on our team, ma. If you’d like I can set up a meeting wit’ you and my peoples. He’d wanna snatch you up wit’ a quickness.”
    â€œTo do what?”
    â€œBody muhfuckas…”

Three
    Be careful what you ask for. The truth is sometimes more than you can stand…
    â€œP asha,” Kendra says through the intercom, “there’s an Andre on line two for you. He says it’s urgent. And my nine o’clock is here, so the front desk will be unattended.”
    I’m not surprised Felecia’s long-term fiancé is calling me. I knew this day would come. Still, I haven’t mentally prepared myself to deal with him—or Nana, for that matter, when she starts calling, inquiring about Felecia. Pretending won’t be the problem. The anxious, relentless probing will be.
    â€œOkay, thanks,” I say, relieved she’s interrupted us. I look at Lamar. “We’ll have to finish this conversation some other time. I need to take this call.”
    He stands. “No doubt, baby. I have…”
    I hold a finger up at him. “Rule number one. Unless I have your dick wrapped between my lips, or your tongue is wedged in between the ones between my legs, don’t refer to me as baby .”
    He holds his hands up. “My bad. It’ll never happen again.”
    I raise a brow. “Good.”
    â€œNo doubt.” He hands me his backpack. “I almost forgot. This is for you.” I give him a quizzical look. “Saturday night’s catch.”
    I nod. That quick, I’d almost forgotten myself. It’s the money from Jasper’s stash houses burned down over the weekend.