Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
"Here," Ramiro said, throwing the large duffle bag of money in Carl's direction.
"Just like that? This was easy," Carl chuckled as he opened it.
"It was only hard because you made it that way," Bailey rolled her eyes. "Now take the money and leave our son the fuck alone."
"You're so sure I'll just leave him alone. Just like that?"
"You better. 'Cause if you don't, it's gonna be harder for you. It won't be that hard to dispose of you," Tremaine smirked.
"Are you threatening me?" Carl asked, walking towards Tremaine.
Zyire and Jermaine pointed their guns at him, making him stop in his tracks.
"I don't make threats, Detective. I make promises. Now if I were you I would take your money and leave," Tremaine tilted his head a bit.
Carl stayed quiet causing Tremaine to smile. "Come on," He said to rest as they began to walk.
Two shots then rang out causing Ramiro and Bailey to duck. Tremaine chuckled.
"Don't tell me y'all done went soft," Tremaine said to them as he looked at Carl's dead body.
"Never," They shook their heads.
"Just caught off guard," Bailey assured.
"Yeah right. If you want the money get it, I knew he was gonna try to shoot me. I dodged that shit though and J shot him. Good looking out," Tremaine told him and Jermaine nodded.
"What about his son?" Ramiro asked.
"That's being taken care of now. Don't worry,"
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-𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋-
Khalil hummed to himself as he looked through the scope. He was on the top of the hotel's building, looking for Jacob.
