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good. I wonder if she had already been going down to South Woods sucking the nut out of Jasper’s dick when she was sitting there saying this shit to me.
    Here that bitch popped shit about me fucking over a good man when she had a good man of her own right in her own damn bed every night. For as long as I’ve known Andre, he’s been a real easygoing, laid-back, and hard-working man who handled all the bills and made sure she had whatever extra money in her wallet. Not once have I ever known him to disrespect her, or even raise his voice to her. He wasn’t a street nigga. But he’d grown up in the hood and survived letting its elements become a part of his life. The nigga had good credit, a job with benefits, and knew how to treat a woman. And that bitch thanks him by fucking Jasper—a nigga who was only using her ass to keep tabs on me.
    Stupid bitch!
    Andre doesn’t drink, smoke, or use drugs. And he’s never been arrested, or seen the inside of a jail cell, not even for a traffic violation. He’s always been good to her. But that still didn’t stop that bitch from cheating on him. Once—that I know of, in Jamaica, during one of our many weekend getaways that I fucking paid for. She met him on the beach earlier in the day. Then later that night fucked him. As a matter of fact, the bitch fucked him the whole three days we were there. Then boarded the plane back to the States and acted as if she’d never had her pussy stretched open by some long, thick Blue Mountain cock.
    Then there were other times, now that I’m sitting here thinkingabout it, that that ho would disappear for hours anytime we traveled somewhere, then she’d pop back up out of the blue with her lips all shiny, looking all disheveled. That cock-hopping bitch was a whore, too. Yet, she wanted to pop shit to me about fucking over a good man. Bitch, please!
    â€œI figured I’d try you one more time before I called Nana,” Andre says, snapping me out of my reverie. Truth is, he’d tried calling me several times yesterday, but I kept letting his calls roll over into voicemail. Now the thought of Nana being dragged into Felecia’s disappearance almost makes me wish I hadn’t had her body tossed in flames. “I called out from work yesterday and spent all day calling the area hospitals in case something had happened to her…” His voice cracks. “Pasha, I know this might sound kinda fucked up, but I kinda hoped something did happen to her and she was in one of those hospitals. At least I’d know where she was.”
    I twirl a strand of hair through my fingers. “Andre, I don’t know what to tell you. There’s no telling where she is. Like I said, I haven’t heard from her. And as you know she and I aren’t on the best of terms right now.”
    He sighs. “Yeah. I heard. Which is why I was glad to hear y’all were meeting Sunday to talk things out, feel me? The two of you have been too close to let whatever beefs y’all are having now to come in between you.”
    I roll my eyes. “Well, she was a no-show, so obviously mending fences wasn’t on the top of her things-to-do list. I guess she had something more important to deal with.”
    â€œThis isn’t like her,” he mutters, sounding as if he’s struggling to keep his emotions in check. “She’s never not come home. I think something serious has happened to her.”
    â€œWell, good luck with finding her,” I say nonchalantly. The need to keep up the act of feeling concerned is wearing thin.
    â€œIf by chance you hear from her before I do, can you call me?”
    I shake my head. He sounds so pitiful. I’m convinced I’ve done him a favor getting rid of her ass. “Sure,” I say, reaching for the backpack Lamar left for me, and peeking inside. I inhale deeply. The smell of sweet revenge fills my nostrils. I hold it in my lungs, then