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I knew their families.

Hell, some of them paid me for pussy. Just like they knew my dirty secrets, I knew theirs. So to cross me was a big mistake on their end.

The sound of a door opening broke the intense stare-off between me and the group in front of me. I turned to see the men from the gala filing into the room with a slew of other men and women behind them. Everybody had assault rifles.

Fuck!

We weren’t outnumbered, but I made my men leave their guns outside so none of them jumped stupid and tried to pull one on me.

“Are we late to the party?” the big one asked.

I frowned because this was the one security said they saw Alissa talking to. I turned with my gun trained on them.

“Did you touch my wife?” I asked, a deep frown on my face.

“Nigga, please. I have a beautiful wife who’s self-made, waiting on me to get back. The fuck I look like touching a bitch that used to sell pussy for money? I have standards. Don’t worry. You’re about to be with her.”

The group of them circled me and my men, caging us in with their guns trained.

“Where’s that bitch?” I asked.

The one with locs glared at me. “Which bitch you talking about cause I know it ain’t my sister.”

I laughed. “Your sister is lucky I didn’t have her selling that pussy since she wouldn’t let me taste it.”

Locs cocked his gun. “Give me a reason to put a bullet between your fucking eyes.”

“Let’s wrap this shit up,” another one said. “I’m tempted to empty this clip before Mia gets her hands on him.”

I shook my head. “I’d never take orders from a bitch. Guess we’re built different.”

He smirked. “When she’s done with you, we definitely will be.”

The words had barely left his mouth before I heard the unanimous sound of guns cocking. Shots rang out, and I ducked for cover as the bodies of my men started dropping left and right. In a matter of seconds, they were all dead or bleeding out. My gaze was so trained on the carnage before me that I didn’t even hear the approaching footsteps. When I looked up, the big one was standing over me with his gun.

“Lights out, nigga.”

The last thing I remembered was him hitting me with it so hard that I blacked out.

Ichuckled to myself as Smoke drug JacQues in by a single ankle. He looked like a rag doll compared to Smoke because he was dragging that man with ease. He dropped his ankle and grabbed him up by his shirt, placing him into the chair we had placed in front of his family. There was a fourth and very special setup behind them, just for him.

“Daddy!” Jackie yelled.

Mia walked over and punched her. “Shut the fuck up.”

Meanwhile, Smoke was aggressively tying this man to the chair.

“Well damn, nigga,” I said. “He pissed you off?”

“Bitch been talking shit after he came to in the car. I gave him something to shut him up.”

After securing JacQues to the chair with a rope system he couldn’t get out of if he tried, Smoke went into his pocket.

“You be tying Romi up like that, don’t you?” Maceo jested. “I know Shibari when I see it.”

Smoke grinned. “Mind your business.”

Senior shook his head. “Nasty asses.”