Chapter One
“What do you mean someone snatched her up?” Sky shrieked with her palm resting on her chest.
Malik’s dark, almond shaped eyes wandered to Ryker who displayed a muddled expression on his face. When Malik’s eyes landed back on Sky, he noticed that she had tears pooling on the brims of her eyes.
“What's wrong?” Malik asked with urgency in his tone.
“It’s Finesse,” she confessed with rocky vocal chords. “This guy on the phone said that someone snatched her up.”
Malik swiftly snatched the phone out of Sky’s handand held it up to his ear. He gritted his teeth as his heart leaped inside his chest.
“Who the hell is this?” he demanded.
“Listen, I'm just tryin’ to tell y’all what I thinkhappened. I don't need to talk to everybody in the family,” the annoyed tone spat on the other end of the phone.
Malik’s nose crinkled as his brows lowered. “Who the fuck is this and where the hell is my daughter?” he boomed with irritation.
“This is Quest and I think somebody snatched Finesse up.”
Malik gripped the phone tightly in his hand. “Why do you think that?”
“Because I ain't heard from her since last night and I got a text from her phone demanding money for her. I don't know who it is but I don't think they're playing because when I called her phone, some nigga answered talking about he wants his money. I don't know what the fuck she got herself into but the shit doesn’t look good. I just wanted to let y’all know just in case she's in danger. I gotta go.”
A beeping noise suddenly sounded in Malik’s ear. Hepulled the phone back and peered at the screen.
“I know this mothafucka didn’t hang up on me,” he seethed through clenched teeth.
“What did he say?” Sky asked in a worried tone.
“He said some bullshit about Finesse being snatched up.” He shook his head, attempting to process the actuality of his daughter missing. “Do you know anything about that Quest guy?”
Sky blinked her glossy eyes and swayed her head back and forth. “All I know is that he’s the guy that helps her set men up. He would be the person who knows who snatched Finesse up.”
“Fuck!” Malik gritted and plowed his foot into the floor. He nibbled on his bottom lips as his eyes descended to the hardwood.
“Can y’all track her phone?” Ryker asked.
“I don't know. Maybe we should call the police, Dad. They will know what to do,” Sky suggested.
“An adult has to be missing for forty-eight hours before they will even file a report,” Ryker added. “When’s the last time ol’ boy heard from Finesse?”
“He said last night,” Malik muttered.
“Which means they won’t even file a report. Okay, well, let’s go to Uncle Johan. I'm sure he will know what to do,” Sky recommended.
Malik snapped out of his overwhelming daze. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go. I swear I'm going to go back to jail if something happens to Finesse.”
“Dad, I don't want that to happen,” Sky glumly said. “Just calm down for a minute and lets think this through.”
Malik peered down at Sky’s somber face and shook his head. He had only been out for twenty-four hours and now he had to deal with the fact that his daughter was possibly missing. Going back to prison was something he wasn’t willing to do, but now that Finesse was potentially in danger, he would do it all over again to ensure that she was safe.
“I gotta go,” he announced and headed for the door.
Sky followed after him. “Wait, where are you going?”
“To Johan’s. I’ll call you when I know something,” Malik quickly confirmed and twisted the doorknob.
“Hold on. I'm going with you,” Sky snatched her purse and keys from the table.
“You want me to come with you?” Ryker offered, staring into her eyes.
Sky shook her head. “No that’s okay. Can you stay here just in case Finesse shows up?”
Ryker nodded his head. “I got you.”
Sky kissed his lips before following Malik out the house. His mind was racing with thoughts of Finesse’s whereabouts. He had heard all about her extracurricular activities when he was locked up. He desperately wanted to warn her about the lifestyle she was living, but getting in contact with Finesse was an extremely hard task. He hadn't spoken to his oldest child in years. When she turned eighteen years old, she stopping coming to see him as well as conversing with him.
“I really hope she's okay. Maybe we should stop by her condo before we go to Uncle Jo’s house. Who knows if that Quest guy is telling the truth.”
Malik was so consumed with his thoughts that he didn’t even hear what Sky had said. She pulled on his arm before they got inside the car.
“Dad, did you hear me?”
He blinked his eyes rapidly. “Nah, my bad. What did you say?”
“I said we should stop at Finesse’s house before we go to Uncle Jo’s. Quest is shady and he could be lying about Finesse missing.”
“Do you have a key?” he quizzed.
“Yes, I do. There's a huge chance that she is there. As a matter of fact, let me call her phone.”
Malik watched as Sky shakily dialed Finesse’s number. Again, his heart rate had skyrocketed to a dangerous speed while he stared at Sky. He held his breath hostage as she put the phone up to her ear. Her almond shaped eyes darted anxiously, causing Malik’s already rapid heart rate to rise even higher.
When Sky released a deep breath and ended the call, Malik felt like his heart had stopped.
“She didn’t answer,” she uttered.
“Fuck that. Let’s go to her house.” he commanded and jumped in the driver’s seat of the car.
She quickly followed suit and slid into the passenger’s seat. Malik started the engine and sped hasitly out of the driveway.
“Do you know where she lives?” she questioned.
Malik nodded but didn’t respond verbally.
“Dad, I'm so scared,” she confessed. “What if someone has Finesse?”
Malik blocked any thoughts of Finesse being in danger and prayed that she was at home. He felt like he had to stay positive for Sky since she seemed to be an emotional wreck.
“She’s probably at home, baby girl. Don't worry, okay?”
She timidly tipped her head and sat back in her seat. Malik found it difficult to believe his own words but he had to remain strong for her.
***
Sky stuck the key inside the door and twisted the knob. She and Malik trudged into the silent condo hoping that Finesse would pop up.
“Finesse,” Sky called out.
Nothing but silence permeated the room. Malik was still hopeful so he traveled through the living room and headed down the hallway of closed doors. He opened the first door and saw what looked to be a closet with shoes and clothes lined up everywhere.
“Come on, Finesse,” he mumbled.
He swiftly shut that door and opened the next door which was a bathroom.
“Her dog isn’t even here. Did you check her bedroom, Dad?” Sky asked.
“I haven’t gotten there yet. Hopefully this is the door,” he said and twisted the knob to the last door in the hallway.
Malik held his breath as the door swung open. His eyes immediately fell in disappointment when he noticed that she wasn’t in there. Her king size bed was neatly made up as if she hadn't slept there. There was no indication that Finesse had been home
“Oh my God!” Sky cried. “I hope she’s not in danger.”
He pulled her into his strong arms and rubbed her back in a soothing motion. “Don't worry Sky. I'm going to handle it.”
“I'm just scared that her ways have finally caught up to her.”
“It’s going to be all right,” he assured and pulled out his phone.
He dialed Johan’s number, hoping that he would have the connections to try and locate Finesse.
“What's going on?” Johan answered.
“Some lil’ nigga called and said that he thinks Finesse was snatched up by somebody.”
Silence filled the other end of the phone. Malik looked down at Sky who was still sniffling on his chest.
“Did you hear me?” Malik hissed.
“What nigga? When’s the last time anyone has spoken to Finesse? How the fuck do we know that he’s telling the truth?” Johan growled.
“Well she’s not answering her phone and she ain't here at her house. We need to get on this shit because she could be in real danger.”
“I'm so sick of this shit,” Johan huffed. “Meet me at my house.”
“A’ight.”
“Come on, Sky. We need to go to Johan’s house so we can come up with a plan to find Finesse.”
“Dad, I don't want anything to happen to her. I know she does her dirt but I would never want to see her harmed.”
Malik’s heart shattered into pieces as he peered intoSky’s misty eyes. He hated to see his baby girl so dispirited by this uneventful news. He was finally home from his long bid and all he wanted was to get reacquainted with his daughters. He hadn't anticipated being blindsided by the news of Finesse being MIA but he was going to ensure that he found her.
“I promise she's going to be all right. Let’s go, okay?”
Sky nodded and stepped out of his embrace. The two walked out of the condo and headed for Johan’s house. Malik said a silent prayer that he would have a plan because the only planning he was doing was setting the city on fire if Finesse didn’t show up.
***
Johan paced back and forth, pinching his bottom lip between his index finger and thumb. Malik had just given him the entire rundown along with Sky and he seemed to be unusually calm. Johan had been silent for five grueling minutes and the entire family was on edge. Malik sat on the couch with Sky and Kitty while Mafia and Kano sat on the other sofa.
“Sky and Mafia,” Johan finally spoke. “What do you know about this Quest guy?”
Sky cleared her throat. “Not much. I know that he is supposedly a friend of Finesse who helps her set up guys.”
“He’s bad news,” Mafia interjected. “His reputation in the streets is terrible. He’s always getting shot at and hestays robbing people.”
“Do you know where he lives or where he be at?” Malik asked.
Mafia nodded. “I remember one time when Finesse had me take her over to one of his houses off of Good Hope road. I guess you can try there.”
“He knows more than what the fuck he is saying, so we need to go over there and see what we can get out of him. Kano, I want you to come with me,” Johan ordered.
Kano nodded. “I got you.”
Johan then turned to Malik. “I need you to sit this one out.”
Malik’s face warped into a menacing scowl. “What the fuck do you mean sit this one out? I'm not a fucking kid and that’s my fucking daughter who’s missing. I need to be involved in seeking her whereabouts!”
“Listen, you just came home from a twenty-three year bid, plus you're on parole. I don't want you getting into any trouble and going back,” Johan explained.
Malik shot up from his seat and waved his hand. “I'm not trying to hear that bullshit! I'm going with you to see about this nigga!” he declared.
Sky grabbed his hand. “Dad, maybe you should listen to Uncle Johan. I wouldn’t want you caught up into a situation that could lead you right back to jail.”
“Yeah, Malik just sit here and wait with us until Johan and Kano comes back,” Kitty pleaded.
Malik angrily cut his eyes at Kitty and Sky and reluctantly took a seat. He was pissed that Johan was bringing his prison stint into the conversation. He had developed self-control over the years, and he felt like he could handle the situation. Since he didn’t feel like arguing with anyone, he decided to just sit this one out.
“A’ight, as soon as I figure things out, I’ll call you,” Johan promised Malik. “Let’s go, Kano.”
Johan and Kano quickly exited the house. Malik was trying his best to control his angry thoughts but it was proving to be a difficult task.
“I'm going to try and see if I can track her phone,” Mafia announced before standing and walking out of the room.
“Are you okay?” Kitty asked Malik.
He was highly annoyed and didn’t feel like speaking. He nodded his head so that they could leave him alone and then abruptly stood from the couch. He walked out of the house and stood on the porch. He wished that he had a cigarette because his nerves were overactive.
“Man, shut up with yo uglass.” Kyree told his childhood best friend, Jade.
They always go back and forth when link up.
“You’re just jealous you ain’t my man.” Ol’ Iiiiiii wanna be yo ass nigga.”
Kyree looked up at Jade and shook his head. He has been in love with Jade since they were 8. He knew back then they were going to be together by now.
“Hellllllooooo daydreaming and I’m thinking of food ass nigga you gonna take over to my nigga house or nah?”
Kyree got up and grabbed his keys “You get on my fucking nerves always tryna play me like you don’t want me”.
“You know you like my style” as he brushed his shoulders, did a little spin and popped his collar. As soon as he made eye contact with Jade they bust out laughing.
“Man you stupid. You know how I feel about us. I don’t want to ruin us. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to hurt you.” Jade said as she looked at Kyree.
She grabbed his hand and kissed it. “You treating me like I’m some fragile ass bitch.” Kyree said as he snatched his hand from Jade’s. “Grab ya shit and let’s roll.”
Jade grabbed her purse and jacket, I’m just trying to save you.” She mumbled to herself. .... “Babe, I’m home. Jade said as she laid her jacket across the dining room chair.
As she walked down the hall, she sniffed the air. “Mannn i know this mother fucker ain’t smoking that bullshit in this house”. She whispered to herself.
As she ventured farther down the hall she heard yelling and banging from her bedroom. “Mannnn, this the shit I’m talking about as she neared her bedroom door.
“UGHHHH, THERE’S ALIENS AND THEY’RE COMING TO GET ME”. “HELP ME BITCH DONT JUST STAND THERE!”
She watched in embarrassment as she saw her man of three years sweat, jump and bang around their room high off of PCP.
“Ken what the fuck are you talking about?I told you the last time you came in here high I wasn’t going to deal with this shit!” As she clapped her hands to emphasize her point.
“But yo, I’m not even high!” As he looked her into her eyes.
“NIGGA YOUR PUPILS ARE MOVING NINETY FIVE MILES PER HOUR I’m so sick of this shit! I give you chance after chance to prove to me you deserve me and look what you do each and every time!” Jade yelled to Ken.
Ken looked at Jade like she was crazy. “Hoe, I know you ain’t talking to me.” he said as he stepped closer to his girlfriend. “ Cause if you knew better you wouldn’t play with me, especially when your precious Kyree’s life is in the palm of my hands.” He said as he stared at Jade evilly.
She quickly looked down at their carpet and slowly raised her head. As she moved her curly wild mane out her face she stepped around Ken to walk to their master bathroom. Ken chuckled sounding like the devil himself
“Yea bitch you better walk away, talking to me like you crazy. You think I don’t know you be with that nigga, think I’on know how y’all be looking at each other, talking bout y’all best friends. Yea, best friends that’s fucking. I ain’t stupid whore.” He yelled while pacing across their bedroom.
Jade sat on the toilet with her head in her hand. “What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to fix this. I have to tell Kyree.” She said to herself. She reached in her back pocket and grabbed her phone as Ken blasted “Hot Nigga” by Bobby Schmurda. She shook her head, and called Kyree. On the third ring he picked up.
“Yuurrrrr uglass lil girl. Tf you want?”
“Ree, you have to listen to me and listen to me good okay?”
“Hold on, ayo Shad turn that down real quick.” Kyree said to his homeboy that was chilling with him. He got up and went to the bathroom to listen to her in private. “Aight yo, what’s up you sounding all serious so I know this must be good”.
Jade sighed into the phone. “Remember that lick you and Haddy did?” She didn’t give Kyree a chance to answer as she blurted out “Well the person you stole from is Mandalay.”
It was silent on the other end for what seemed like an eternity. “Kyree? Ky? REE?!” Jade yelled into the phone.
“Yeah, yeah my bad Jade you said it was who’s?” Kyree ran his hand down his face while his mind raced.
“Mandalay.” Jade replied.
“Mannnn, say how you know?”He asked Jade with a voice full of anxiety.
“Because my man is his hitman.”
“WHAT?!” Kyree screamed into his phone. “WHAT THE FUCK YO! WHY YOU AINT TELL ME!?” Kyree yelled into the phone.
“Kyree stop fucking yelling at me! I didn’t know until 2 weeks ago when he came home angry yelling and shit about his boss breathing down his back about finding out who robbed him. They found the picture of me and you when we went to Walmart the night we saw that white guy stealing sneakers and strawberries on the floor of the trap house. You kept my part and I kept yours. But, he seen your tattoo on hand. Then he seen you a couple days later and seen the tat. He put two and two together and well, you know.”
Kyree sighed into the phone. “Damn man. What am I gonna do?”
“I don’t know but you gotta stay hidden or else he’s going to kill you.” Jade said. “He threatens me with that everyday. That’s why I can’t be with you.”
“JADE WHO TF YOU TALKING TO IN THERE?”
“I gotta go.” Jade rushed off the phone Just as Ken opened the door.
“I wasn’t talking to nobody with yo high ass. I was singing.”
“Well unless that song sound like a twenty minute conversation about you telling your precious Kyree that he’s just another nigga on my hit list I think you’re lying.” Ken said as he moved closer to Jade.
The look on his face was unreadable. Jade didn’t know if he was mad or what as she backed up. But, she knew she had to think fast before he does it what she thinks he’s going to do. As she stepped closer to him his lips formed a snarl. Jade stretched her hands out surrendering.
“Baby no, I wasn’t talking I was singing.” She said as a smile crossed her lips.
Ken’s emotions, thoughts and reactions were all over the place due to him smoking that dipper earlier. “Babe- before she can get the next sentence out Ken punched her dead in her throat.
“Bitch I know you fucking lying!” He yelled as Jade choked and gasped for air. He grabbed her by her curly hair and dragged her back to the room and threw her on the bed. Ken climbed on top of Jade and smacked her repeatedly in her face.
“KENNETH STOP I WASNT TALKING TO ANYONE!” Jade screamed as she blocked as many slaps as she could.
She hated when he got like this because he was so unpredictable, but one thing was sure he would find any reason to beat her fucking ass.
“You think I’m dumb baby girl?” Ken said breaking Jade from her thoughts.
Leaning his face towards hers he asks her the same question over and over again while biting her face.
“Please Ken stop I’ll be good I promise.”
He leaned up and slapped her one more time for good measure. “Damn right you’ll be good cause you’re about to become an accessory my love.” He said as he gently touched her face.
“What, are you talking about?” Jade asked.
He climbed off of Jade and sparked another dipper blowing the smoke in her face. “You see bitch, you’re gonna bring Kyree’s bitch ass to me and you’re gonna watch me chop his fucking skinny ass, tatted up ass hands off for touching and taking shit that doesn’t belong to him. Then, I’m going slit his fucking throat cause isn’t that the “savage” thing to do?” He chuckled.
Ken stared at his girl and yelled “CALL HIM!”
Jade stared at Ken with tears in her eyes. “I can’t do that, don’t make me do that please.” She cried.
Ken grabbed her face and squeezed it. “You love him more than me?” HUH? ANSWER ME Jadelyn.”
Calling her by her first name so she knows she can’t lie. So she opted not to answer. Plucking his ash in her eye he pulls her up by her hair and yells for her to call Kyree.
“Disrespectful ass hoe” he mumbled to himself as he watched her dial Kyree’s number. “Put it on speaker and don’t try no funny shit. Ken said as he grabbed his gun out the drawer and played with the safety.
“Hello. Kyree it’s Jade. What are you doing?”
“Bitch this ain’t no time for no social call!” Ken harshly whispered.
Jade cleared her throat. “Kyree can you come see me ASAP it’s about us.”
“Is he there? Kyree asked.
“No. He’s not here.” Jade regretfully replied. The deadly lie tasted like blood on her tongue. “Bet. I’m on my way” ........ Kyree arrived at Jade’s house in 45 mins. “I don’t know why she moved all the fucking way out here. All these fucking trees. Got me feeling like there’s KKK niggas hiding out between bushes just waiting to hang my ass.” He said to himself.
He rang the doorbell and Jade immediately answered the door with a face cleansing mask on to hide the marks.
“Come in.” Jade said as she opened the door wider to let him in. “Have a seat.” Jade said. “Man wtf is up with you? Your vibe is all wrong. Just as Jade was about to open her mouth Ken walked out wearing nothing but boxers, socks and a AK-47.
“What the hell is going on between these streets and my home?” Ken sang in the melody of the Ronald Isley and R. Kelly’s hit as he chuckled and held a PCP dipped cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Jade rolled her eyes and then looked at Kyree and mouthed “I’m sorry.”
She couldn’t even look at him. She was feeling ashamed and shady. Two things that never described her.
Ken raised his gun and said “Nigga I know it was you that hit Mandalay’s trap. Ol dusty low income ass nigga. Always around my bitch acting like y’all friends. You gay nigga? Nevermind don’t even answer that. You got any last words witcho Jordan Peele looking ass?”
Jade attempted to walk away. Ken grabbed her and threw her on her couch.
“Lil baby that don’t listen where do you think you’re going?”
“I was just going to go lay down.” Jade whispered.
“Nahhh you sit ya too legit to quit ass down” Ken stated. He turned to face Kyree. “Don’t be looking at MY bitch! She’s MINE!” Kyree looked at Jade and winked his eye.
He looked at Ken and said “Suck my dick you bald head, bean pie eating bitchhhhh”! Yea I stole from ya faggot ass boss. The fuck, how you think ya bitch got all those new clothes and shit? We know ya cheap, couponing ass ain’t buy them!” Kyree screamed.
“If you’re gonna pull the trigg-“ Kyree didn’t even get to finish his statement before he was pumped with bullets. Jade jumped from the couch and tried to run away but, Ken grabbed her foot and dragged her back to him.
“Where do you think you’re going!?” He yelled in Jade’s face. He cocked his gun and said “Why Jade? Why did you make me do this?” Before Jade could answer she heard..................................................................RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG Okay, class that’s it for today. Don’t forget homework is due on Tuesday. Enjoy your weekend
Case glanced at his buzzing phone while shading in a tattoo.
“Shit,” he groaned, reading Diar’s name on the screen.
It was Valentine’s Day and he was running extremely behind on his date with her. He had promised her that he was walking out the door an hour ago, and he knew she would pissed to know that he was still working. Case reluctantly inserted his headphones into his ear and answered her call.
“I'm coming.”
“You said that an hour ago. Case, why are you playing with me?” she growled on the other end.
He chuckled. “I'm not.”
“Yes the hell you are. Wait a minute, I know I don't hear that damn tattoo gun in the background?”
“Nah, that’s my radio,” he lied.
“Oh my goodness, Case, I know you're not still at the shop. Why would you tell me to get dressed just to wait on you? I'm so damn irritated right now,” she fumed.
“A’ight my bad. I was on my way but we had a walk in. You know I gotta get this money, so I can buy you everything in those links that you send to my phone daily.”
“I ain't that damn bad,” she chuckled. “Don't be trying to use me in your shit either ‘cause I know I don't be sending you a lot.”
“Diar you know you be beggin’. You just sent me two links an hour ago. I ain't even look at the shit yet.”
She cackled. “Okay maybe I do go overboard with the beggin’ but you're my man and you're supposed to spoil me, so I don't have no shame. But back to the real shit, when are you coming? I'm about to get undressed and lay down.”
“Nah, man, I swear I'm on my way.” He turned off the tattoo gun. “I'm about to wrap his tattoo up now.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah, I'm about to leave out now.”
“Okay, I’ll see you when you get here.”
“A’ight.”
Case ended the call and wrapped his client’s new body art up. After giving him aftercare instructions and accepting his payment, Case locked up the shop and hurried home. He took a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes. He sported a black Burberry button up, black jeans and black Burberry sneakers. He brushed his waves and slipped on his watch before he jetted out the door.
Case arrived at Diar’s townhouse fairly quick since she lived ten minutes away. He used his key to let himself inside before he yelled her name.
“Diar!”
“I'm in the living room.”
Case padded into the living room and stopped in his tracks. Diar looked stunning to him even with a pout on her face. She wore long, blonde tresses that complimented her honey complexion well. She was clad in a white off shoulder dress that stopped right at her toned calf muscles. Her winter white, ankle boots completed her perfect ensemble.
“Damn, baby, I can’t wait to eat you tonight,” he said before kissing her neck.
He peered at her with pure lust in his peepers and kissed her lips. She tried not to smile but she failed miserably.
“You get on my nerves. Had me waiting like I'm a side chick.”
Case laughed. “You know you my only. Girl stop playing with me.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.
“Come on and let me make it up to you.”
He grabbed her hand and the couple walked out the house. Case opened the door for Diar and rubbed his hand on her ass as she slid in the car.
She smirked. “Don't be trying to touch all on me.”
“I can do what I want. That’s my ass too.”
He shut the door and then went to hop in the driver’s side. He pulled off and drove to his destination that was sure to surprise Diar. When they pulled up in front of the building, Case shut off the engine and looked at Diar.
“Why are we here?” she asked with furrowed brows.
“I'm about to show you. Get out the car.”
The two got out and he grabbed her hand. Case led her inside the building and turned on the lights.
“Okay, Case, why are we at Asia’s photography studio?” Diar asked.
“Because I want you to have a photoshoot.” He smirked.
Diar covered her mouth and laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. You’ve been talking shit about that lil’ ten pounds you gained and I wanted to make you feel beautiful.”
Her slanted eyes became misty instantly. “Aww, babe, you really make me feel special.”
He kissed her lips and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I just wanted to show you that I love every inch of your thick ass body.”
She looked down and pinched her pudgy stomach. “Even with all this?”
He slapped her hand away. “Yeah and stop doing that shit. You look good.”
Asia and Camara emerged from the office.
“Hey girl, you ready for your close up?” Asia sang.
Diar grinned. “I guess so.”
“Girl you guess?” Camara sassed. “You're about to blessed by my hands and Asia’s vision. Stop playing with us.”
Diar giggled. “Okay, I'm ready for y’all. I feel bad that y’all out here on Valentine’s Day trying to get me right.”
Asia waved her hand. “Dinero went out of town. Thank God. I get to get a break from his damn mouth.”
“And fuck Kiyan. I don't like his ass right now,” Camara sneered.
“Aye, get off my brother,” Case warned.
“Fuck him,” Camara reiterated. “Come on, Diar. Let’s get you into some banging outfits and accessories.”
Diar followed after Camara while Case took a seat next to the set.
“You're such a good man, Case. Why didn’t I meet you first?” Asia joked.
He smirked. “You better not let Dinero hear you say that.”
“I know he would try to kill me. Plus you know I'm just playing. I love my crazy ass baby.”
Case chuckled because his brother was definitely one of a kind. Thirty minutes later, Diar strutted on the set wearing a sexy black dress that laced in the front. Her busty chest was spilling out of the dress while her ass sat up like a horse. Lately, Diar had been down about her weight gain. Case thought that she was overreacting because he couldn’t really tell that she had gained any weight. He loved her body and wouldn’t want her to look any other way. Instead of telling her that she looked fine, he decided to show her.
“Okay, girl, I need you to give me sexy. Put on a show for Case,” Asia coached with her camera in her hand.
Diar glanced at Case and blew him a kiss. He pulled out his phone and recorded the session with Asia. She had about three outfit changes and she looked better with each ensemble she wore. Once the shoot was done, he could tell that Diar was slowing gaining her confidence back with the compliments Camara and Asia was giving her.
Diar hurried over to Case and sat on his lap. “Thank you for this. I really love you for making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't forget it a’ight.”
She pecked his lips and added a little tongue. She pulled back and asked, “Where are we going after this?”
“I wanna go eat.”
“Where?”
“At my house,” he smirked.
She licked her lips. “Boy, you ain't said shit let me go get dressed.”
She hopped off his lap and ran to the back. Case couldn’t wait to get her home because he was going to devour every part of her thick frame.
