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No. 15 ♡

"Charlie, why are you here?!" I yelled. "Cause Hampton, I need my job back. I also want to confess on how I feel about you," he said. What? How he feels about me.

"Charlie you can get your job back, but what?" I said. "Hampton, it might not seem like it, but I like you. I like you alot. I really want to be with you," he said. Nigga I'm mattied.

I shook my head. "I'm engaged, Charlie," I said. He scratched the back of his head nervously. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said nothing. I'm not going to disrespect another man by trying to get with his woman," he said

I nodded my head. "It's okay Charlie. Any other woman you had your eyes on?" I asked.

"Yeah, Marilyn is beautiful also. I found myself attracted to her. She's just too intimidating to approach," he said.

I laughed. "She can't be as intimidating as me. Just talk to her, okay?" I said. He nodded his head.

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"Make sure my transportation is here on time! We need to retrieve it and go!" I said. I was in my swimsuit getting ready to board the boat. I told Pierre I was going to the spa, so yea I should be good to go.

I answered my ringing cell phone. "Speak," I answered. "How's everything going, Hampton?" Monroe asked.

"Actually, I'm on the boat now. We're going to head south of the shore. It should lead us right out," I said.

"I'll be waiting for it to come. Are you coming back to New York?" He asked. I sighed. "Yeah, that's where everything is. Blues has always been Jamaica Estates bound," I said.

Monroe chuckled. "Love you, girl. Be careful," he said. "Love you too. I will," I said before hanging up.

"Miss Blues um I have to prepare you with the equipment," the man said nervously to me. I nodded my head. He prepared me with the right equipment and this air tank was kind of heavy.

"So Miss Blues, please explain one more time," Margo my main man in this situation said.

"We will go at least to the bottom of this part of the ocean's floor. Find the plane that onced belonged to The Pablo Escobar that people are still looking for today. I know the situation I am involving myself in. I'm probably taking the biggest risk of my career. So, find the plane, place the bricks on the harnest net. Everybody got it?" I asked.

They nodded their heads. "Speak up!" I said. "Yes ma'am!" They said. I stared down into the water preparing myself to jump. I put the tube back in my and jumped into the cold water.

I swam down to the bottom with them behind me. I motioned for them to get in front of me to search for the plane. That's before I noticed something at the bottom.

I swam toward it noticing that it looked like the cargo of a plane. I dapped my fist together signaling that I found something.

I opened one of the tightly wrapped packages and sure enough, coke was coming out. I smiled to myself. I grabbed as many as I can and put the in the net. I kept one with me as I climbed back up.

I opened it with my knife before stinking my finger inside and rubbing it on my gums. My mouth instantly became numb. This cocaine is purer than Sister Mary.

"Miss Blues Margo just informed me that he think its more down there than cocaine," Melissa said.

"Tell him to still bring it up." I said. My cell phone began to ring and it was Pierre. "Hello?" I answered.

"Whenever you get done with your little massage or whatever. Swing back through the hotel. We're going to be having dinner," he said. "Okay." I said hanging up.

Probably about a few hours later everything was out. The trucks was here to pick them up and everyone loaded everything to them.

"Be careful with this shit. Make sure Monroe immediately knows about this once it touches back down in New York," I said.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. I was currently late for the dinner that all of us was having. I didn't care anyway.

I dressed in my floral print body con Alexander McQueen's dress with matching shoes and some light makeup.

Sisco, my chauffer, walked me down to the awaiting SUV. He helped me into the SUV and we was soon on our merrily way.

I enjoyed the sites of Colombia. It was so amazing at night. I loved the city lights and no matter how late it is, there's always something happening in the streets.

Sooner or later we pulled up to this very nice looking restaurant. It's Mexican vintage styles ways made it stand out.

Sisco helped me exit the car. I walked into the restaurant with my head held high. "The Santiago table, please." I said to the waitress.

She nodded her head and guided me to the table. My smile immediately dropped when I seen that bitch sitting there.

They were all joking around and they didn't find it wrong that Pierre was sitting here with another bitch. Kiara in particular.

"Really, Pierre?" I asked. "Hey, love." He said trying to stand up and kiss me. I turned my head. "So you decide to do this?" I asked.

"Look, Hampton. Your food was getting cold and you was late, so I just invited her," he said. I laughed.

"And ya'll was gon' let this happen?" I asked referring to Marilyn and them.

"Hello, Hampton," Kiara said standing up. This bitch had the nerve, the audacity to address me.

"Aye, bitch sit the fuck down," I said. I honestly felt betrayed. "You don't want to try me, Hampton," she said. I scrunched up my face.

"You're right, because everybody and their daddy has tried you out. Look you loathsome ass cunt I don't have time to play with whores like you. You might think you big and bad, but if you want to test your might feel free too. Cause I'll knock your ass senseless," I said.

She smirked before standing up. "Pierre please get, Hamptom!" Marilyn said. Marilyn knew how I went.

Kiara came up to my face. Yes, she came toward me, but I gave two fucks. I politely removed my jewelry and sat my purse down.

"Pierre! Get, Hampton!" Marilyn yelled. Pierre tried to grab me, but I shook him off. Marilyn struggled to get out the booth.

Kiara is getting under my skin. She's lightly brushing up against me and I don't like this shit. "Move De'Anthony!" Marilyn yelled.

"I'm glad Pierre's uncle wasted your punk ass daddy," she said. That just put the icing on the cake.

I punched her straight in her throat which caused her to stubble over. I slammed her head into the table and she just fell over.

"Hampton, breathe!" I heard Marilyn yelled. I didn't care I just stomped her. Pierre pried me off of her. I quickly pushed him as hard as I could. He fell over into another table sending glass everywhere. I still didn't give a fuck.

Marilyn climbed over the table and quickly got a hold of me. "It's okay, Hampton," she said hugging me as the tears ran down my cheeks.

"It's okay,"