Page 110 of Mia

“Jazmine!” I yelled.

Nothing.

“Jazmine, where the fuck are you?”

Still nothing.

I turned the knob to the first room and pushed the door open. My eyes widened at the sight of the naked man with a bullet in his head.

“What the fuck?”

Backing away, I opened the remaining doors to find similar scenes. The one thing that was missing was my girls. I headed up the back stairs to the office, only to find the door slightly ajar. Carefully, I pushed it open and was immediately met with a pool of blood. My gaze followed it until it landed on Jazmine, tied to a chair.

Throat cut.

Wrists cut.

Disemboweled.

“Fuck,” I muttered, wiping my hands down my face. “Fuck!”

My eyes landed on her arm, and I squinted. Something was carved into her flesh. What was that? Stepping over the pool of blood, I made my way into the office and closer to her. Tilting my head, I read the word… Vengeance.

I should have known this bitch would be trouble. All that money she was bringing in, she probably fucked over the wrong person, and they got her ass.

“You stupid bitch,” I muttered.

Now, what was I going to do?

“Fuck!”

I panted heavily as I collapsed on top of my husband.

The sun was barely up, but we were wide awake, going at it like rabbits. Somebody was going to curse us out when they woke up because while I tried to keep quiet, this man’s dick was so damn good that I couldn’t. It didn’t matter that I was on top, he was still doing the fucking.

“You tapping out on me, mamas?” he asked, rubbing my ass.

“I need a break,” I grumbled.

I was finally coming down from the high of last night. When we got back here, I drug my husband upstairs, stripped down, and made him take me in the shower. I just had to have him. Even after what I’d just done, I had to have him. Was I a sick bitch for that? Maybe, maybe not.

“Want me to run your shower?” he asked as I sat up.

“I’ve got it.”

“Ima gonna catch a quick nap.”

I smirked as I lifted myself off him. He slid out of me with an audible plop. His dick rested heavily against his abs. Leaning down, I fisted it as I sucked the combination of our juices from it before letting go.

“Mmm,” I moaned, licking my lips.

“Nasty ass.”

“You love it.”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

He sat up, and I pecked his lips before climbing out of bed and heading into the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, I was out, moisturized, and dressed in a pair of black joggers and matching tank top. Titan was snoring lightly as I left the room and made my way downstairs. I could hear voices in the kitchen, so I followed them and found our parents sitting at the table having coffee.