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“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be asking. Now would I?”

“Ethan…I don’t know.” I hesitated.

“What is it you don’t know about?” He kissed the back of my hand and then my finger tips.

“I need my spend-the-night bag.” I bit my lip.

“Good girl.” He reached over to give my thigh a gentle squeeze.

CHAPTER 14

Ethan Whitmore

Ipuffed on a fat ass blunt as I swiped through my phone, looking at different real estate properties that were for sale. I needed the perfect spot to open a legit business and I think I finally found exactly what I wanted. In the middle of scrolling, my phone rang.

“Yo?” I answered.

“Package just dropped.”

“I’m on the way.” I ended the call.

I dabbed my blunt out and threw on my shoes to see what was waiting for me at the warehouse. When I arrived, my boys stood with their guns in hand while guarding my “package”. Everybody had a ski mask on to conceal their identities. Quietly, I nodded and dapped up everyone before standing in front of the drop I requested. I smiled at the sight before me. It was like taking candy from a baby. I had Ava’s bitch ass husband snatched from outside of his own club. I heard he was a cocky muthafucka. I was ready to see if he would have that same energy sitting in my face. I nodded to Duke giving him the signal to snatch the sack from his head.

“What’s up man?” I sat in front of him.

He didn’t respond right away as he looked around the room.

“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?”

Yeah, I was gonna have some fun with this one. He asked them questions with nothing but base in his voice. Chest poked out and shit. A real tough guy.

“You know exactly who I am. But if you’re really not sure, I’ll be nice enough to tell you.” I leaned forward with my hands clasped.

“I’m the muthafucka that’s taking your wife. She’s what I want.”

I stood up from my seat and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows.

“Do you know why I want your wife, Robert? Or do you want me to call you Rob?” I waited for him to answer, but he didn’t. “There are a number of reasons why I want your wife. The first one being, she has some bomb ass pussy. It’s really good, damn near addictive, if you ask me. It’s sweet too. But we’re not here to talk about all of that. The main reason why I want your wife is because you don’t fuckin deserve her.”

As I spoke, I laced both my hands with brass knuckles. Rob was quiet as a church mouse. That energy he had moments ago was nowhere in sight.

“You don’t have shit to say about that?”

“Fuck you, white boy.”

This dude hawked up spit and aimed for my shoes but missed.

“Damn, nice try.” I laughed in his face.

Duke and Ace stood off to the side, cracking up. Real quick, I delivered two blows to his face. Muthafucka didn’t even see it coming.

“That shit doesn't feel too good, does it?”

Blood leaked from his nose and mouth, but that was just small wounds. Images of the bruises he left on Mi Amor flooded my mind. I rocked his ass a few more times before an idea crossed my mind. I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. A wide smile spread across my face once I found exactly what I was looking for. This muthafucka needed to see just how well I handled the woman he mistreated.

“Check this out, bruh,” I smiled. “This shit is crazy. You're gonna love this, I promise. See, this was just the other night when I had her stay over my place. Matter of fact, this was the same night you reported her car stolen and had the police pick it up.”

I turned the screen toward him, so he could get a good view. I even turned the volume all the way up, so he could hear Ava screaming out my name while I fucked her from behind.