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Dancing with the Devil in Pale Moonlight: Part two

I prepared myself before I walked inside his room. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. There he stood with IV's all in his arm. His eyes was closed and it looked as though he was on his death bed.

I walked over to his side and carefully took a seat on the couch next to his bed. I sat there just staring at him wondering how could someone just do this too him. From my perspective, I never seen him live the life of crime so I knew he couldn't be doing what I think he was doing. But then again, he did have designer clothes and drove a BMW.

So deep in my thoughts, I didn't notice a men with a suit come in. "Hi, it seems as if you're keish? I'm detective stabler. He got in this morning from gun wounds and I just so happen to ask did he inform you on anything that could have possibly led to him being shot December 19, 2016 at around 11:15 pm?" the detective asked me.

"No, I replied. "And even if I did I wouldn't tell y'all shit."

"Well ma'am, no need to get any attitudes. Without further or due, I will let you be in peace."

The detective left out and closed the door. Without getting far down the hallway, he stopped and thought for a minute. Something wasn't adding up and he had to get to the bottom of it quick fast in a hurry. He phoned up an old friend. "Hey Jim, you mind helping an old friend out with something important?" He asked. Leaving the hospital and heading towards his car.

Meanwhile, back in the hospital, keish was just so shocked. He went from seeing her to ending up in a hospital bed. She still wasn't able to tell him the secret that she so desperately hid. It was starting to eat at her heart and she just couldn't take the feeling of hiding it anymore.

After staying for about thirty more minutes, she left and went home, still early in the morning she decided that she would just go back to sleep.

Keish woke up and quickly looked at the time. "Oh shit, it's nine-thirty time for me to be to work." Keish worked at a strip club called Pink Panther. She had been working there since she was 16. She loved fast money. She couldn't just see herself working a regular nine to five.

She quickly stuffed her duffel bag with a two sets of clothes including her stripping clothes. Keish brought two sets of clothes just in case she would be fucking. She did this on the regular. Sleeping with many men is how she kept niggas around her nifty little finger.

I hopped in my 2003 Honda Accord and made my way towards the club. Tonight was going to be a long night.

Authors Note: Next Chapter. Please READ!