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    Drake & Mandissa
             “Ha, ha, Mandy can’t leave again, cuz she ain’t got no apt, no more.”
    I corrected her horrid English , before I had the time to process exactly what she was saying.
    “Because she doesn’t have an apartment anymore.”
    I pulled my white fuzzy robe around me and made my way to the coffee pot.
    “Doesn’t matter to me because Mandy can’t leave now.” She gleefully banged her spoon against the table before she went back to eating her cereal.
    I sat down and eyed Drake, “What is she talking about?”
    “I think that it’s pretty self explanatory, Mandy. Your apartment is gone.”
    He leaned in and coldly eyed me, “I’m sure that you haven’t forgotten our little agreement last night. I own you, lock, stock and barrel. Or shall we say front door, back door and any other orifice that tight little body of yours has?”
    My face flushed bright red, I could feel the heat and I knew that I was blushing.
    “Ahh, so you do remember.”
    “Stop it, Drake; you are embarrassing me!”
    “Yeah, you had better be glad that is all you got.” He growled close enough for Precious to not hear. “You damn near got me killed.”
    “Quit trying to feed the doll, Precious. She is filthy we are bathing her today.”
    “Nuh, huh, Momma Manny; she get’s dry cleaned in the dryer.”
    I busted out laughing, “You are too much, girl.”
    “Nuh, huh, Daddy Drake says I’m just right; his perfect little Princess , his little Princessa.”
    Drake, cocked one eyebr ow confirming that Precious was his too.
    “You are so possessive, Drake.”
    “You have no idea, Mandy.”
    “Did, you at least have my stuff put in storage, Drake?”
    “You have everything that you need here, Mandissa.”
    “Oh, now I’m Mandissa.”
    “You are whatever that I say you are, girl. And while we are on the subject, you are off of TV for a while.”
    “Like hell I am!” I spit hissed in his direction.
    “See that is what I like about you, you have to be taken over, and over, and over……I….Like…..Taking…..Mandy…..”
    “I hear ya, Drake, I hear ya.” I rolled my eyes, these two were too much and now both of them were conspiring together against me…
     
     
                                                               
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Antonio Wayne& Rico
                “You are one dumb mother fucker! Look at you , of all the people that you could have fucked with; you had to find the craziest of the crazy. That is why your unrecognizable ass is laid up in the hospital. Are you trying to start a war?”
    Antonio paced in his silk beige tailor made suit and continued to talk to the man who could only groan in response, due to the fact that his jaw was wired shut. He looked up to view the nurse coming in and waited to continue.
    The IVs rolled beneath her fingers as she spent more time eyeing the patient’s visitor. He stood at a good 6’3 and was dressed in a professional suit, complete with cuff links and Italian leather shoes. His hair was so black that it had a blue hue to it. She could not help but think that if he were not rumored to be a Colombian gangster , she would love nothing more than to go on a date with him.
    Antonio Wayne wasn’t the dating type. To put it simply, he did not have to date . He owned and operated a strip club. Not just any strip club either, the most elite ‘Gentlemen’s club’ in the city. Yes, life was good for Antonio Wayne; he had access to some of the most beautiful women in the world. Women who lived to service him and that is just how Antonio liked his sex, ‘no strings attached.’
          Without so much as a word Antonio strode from the room. It was time to go. He had some very pressing matters to tend to. It was going to take quite a bit of ‘damage