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urge to drink took over her. All she wanted was a chilled glass of Grand Marnier.
    Willow made her way to the open bar as the images of the woman’s life they had just taken haunted her brain. The woman didn’t even know what she had died for. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
    â€œHennessy straight up,” a voice bellowed next to Willow as she sat down on a stool at the bar, her heel tapping the floor to the beat of the music.
    Damn, Willow thought to herself as she eyed the chocolate thug next to her. Their eyes met as he smiled at her, exposing his perfect smile. Willow was impressed by his appearance; a dark-skinned man dressed in all white made her pussy wet, especially since it was designer.
    She eyed him once more as he took sips from the cold cocktail glass that the bartender set in front of him. She watched his lips as she wondered what all he could do with them. His hands looked strong as they held the glass and it drove Willow crazy.
    â€œAnd what can I get for you, pretty lady?” the bartender asked Willow as he gave her all of his attention.
    â€œShe’ll have Grand Marnier, straight up,” the chocolate gentleman said as his thuggish charm intrigued Willow.
    â€œIs that so?” the bartender questioned.
    â€œWhat the fuck did I just say?” the man snapped, feeling disrespected.
    â€œComing right up.” The bartender’s face turned bloodshot red.
    â€œIf that motherfucka spit in my drink, that’s your ass,” Willow said, never looking in his direction.
    â€œNo, if dude spit in yo’ drink, that’s his ass. Ya mean? All men are accountable for their own actions.” He took another sip from the light-brown liquid in his glass.
    â€œAgreed.” The bartender set a glass in front of her. “So what made you think that this would be what I wanted?” she asked as she sipped through the straw.
    â€œI know the difference between a woman who would enjoy a forty, and one who would enjoy the taste of Grand Marnier. Seeing that the bracelet around yo’ wrist cost you about one hundred fat boys, I’m sure you never had a forty in yo’ life.” He took a sip of the Hennessy as he undressed her with his eyes.
    â€œYou would be right.” Willow rubbed her fingers through her hair.
    â€œSo what does the tattoo of that locket on your ring finger mean?” He looked down at her soft, moisturized hands.
    â€œIt’s not worth talking about,” she lied. “So what is a man like you doing in Hawaii?” she asked to change the subject.
    â€œI’m working,” he said with a sly grin, “I’m on a job.”
    â€œWhat kind of job is that?”
    â€œThe kind that pretty women like you wouldn’t understand because it involves getting my hands dirty.”
    â€œYou’d be surprised.” She stood up, drinking the last of the liqueur through the straw, leaving small traces of her pink lipstick on the tip. “Don’t judge a book by the cover. I’m sure whatever you do is a walk in the park next to my profession.” She smiled and walked away.
    â€œWait,” he walked after her, “I didn’t get yo’ name.”
    â€œThat’s because I didn’t give it to you.”
    Willow exited the building as she eyed the blocks for Kail. She needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing she wanted was to be questioned about the surprise that she and Kail had given Mahina and Gino. She didn’t need anyone to remember her face. She looked backward out of the corner of her eye as the man from the bar walked up on her slowly. She smiled as she continued piercing down the dark searing streets.
    â€œI’m Craig,” he said as he stood directly next to her.
    â€œWillow.”
    â€œSo do you have a nigga?”
    â€œNo, I do not.” A Range Rover with Kail driving pulled up and put her mind at ease.
    â€œI’m only in Hawaii