BANDIT II

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Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another. -Napoleon Hill

A Week Later...

Imani...

"Ok. We have the pictures with the dates printed on them. The recordings of threats Anything else we need?" I shake my head no, looking at my schedule to make sure I'm free on the court date after two weeks. Our family is suppose to be going on a trip in two days, and I wanna make sure we get back in time. Which we do, so everything is good.

"Alrighty then Ms. Gomez, we are all set. I'll see in two weeks bright and early." I stand to feet, shaking the family lawyer's hand nodding and thanking him. I leave out his office, putting my hair behind my ear. I make my way to the elevator, telling the person to hold it. They peek out and when I see its Marcus, I smack my lips rolling my eyes. He chuckles still holfing the doors open.

"You getting on?" He questions.

"No. I'll take the stairs." I retort, making my way to the end of the hall. I walk down the stair from the twelfth floor, to the first. I approach the revolving doors, pushing it to exit. I roll my eyes at Marcus who leans against his candy Lamborghini, licking his lips. That lawsuit money really comes in handy when you're too lady to get a nine to five.

"You met with your lawyer today too huh?" He chuckles. I ignore him, looking both ways before proceeding to cross the street. Marcus grabs me and pulls me back to the pavement. I snatch away from screw face as my bag falls mid arm from the force.

"I see you haven't had enough of putting your damn hands on me." I remind, arranging my bag to my shoulder. He chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"You can hit me if you want too. I'll add an additional five hunnid grand to the emotional distress suit." He taunts.

"PAHA! You really think you gone get $3.5 million dollars out off of me? Marcus, Marcus, Marcus." I sigh shaking my head in amusement.

"It's funny now until I get that $3 million. Whose going to be laughing then huh?" He challenges stepping to me. I look into his dark eyes scolding him as he scolds me.

"The car Marcus I can understand, but you can't sit here and tell me you didn't deserve that shit. You played me for a whole fucking year! Keeping me around until I gave you what you wanted. Oh and I found out your get rich quick schemes too. You find women with money to wine and dine, date them for a while and tell them what they want to hear. Gain a little sexual activity with them, then you get tired of it and wanting a new toy to play with. Then you do some foul shit to make them hate you and do some shit, like I don't know, damage your car. And then you sue them, and win lawsuits because they're stupid to see the game you're playing but I'm not." I tell him as he looked with a dumb look on his face.

I guess he wanted to know how I figured that out. I talked to one of his real ex's. One of the ones who he tried to get to partner with him, and play as the side bitch. Bloop!

"Yea. So you wanna play these games, and try to play victim. Ok cool, we'll do just that. But when you come to court, don't be surprised when I reveal what I have up my sleeve." I smirk. Marcus flexes his jaw as I chuckle, moving around him. I look both ways before crossing the street, thanking the cars as they let me pass.

"See you in two weeks bitch!" I laugh, making my way to my car. I get in, cranking it and turning on the air. It's hotter than yesterday because of the humidity. I got a photoshoot that I can't be late to or I'll lose the money. Can't have that now can we?