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  Binx looked at the dress rise up Tiffany’s ass. He could see her thong laid so pretty in her ass cheeks that shit drove him wild. He walked over to the sleeping beauty and began to place kisses on her ass. She moaned but never woke up. He took his tongue and ran it inside her ass cheeks, and then used his tongue to move her thong to the side. Binx slid his tongue deep inside her pussy causing her to moan in pleasure. “Ooooh it’s too early for this boo.” She stated. He didn’t know if that comment was meant for him, but he didn’t care ‘cause her pussy was so sweet. It may not be his now but he planned to make it his one day.

  Binx continued to lick and suck on her pussy from the back until she got into it and swung her leg over where she grabbed his head and rode his face. The more she grinded, he licked, lapped, and sucked her pussy. She began to rock and shake like she was about to cum and he was ready for her to fill his mouth with love. When he realized that the movement stopped, he looked up at her with a glazed face. “I’m sorry,” he stated. The look she had on her face made him feel like he moved to fast.

  “I-I-I-I shouldn’t be doing this.” Tiffany was fucked up because she loved the way he ate her pussy, but more so that she didn’t go home last night. She knew that Messiah was losing his mind wondering where she was.

  “I didn’t mean to disrespect you love, I really didn’t.” Binx felt bad.

  “No this not your fault, I should have never stayed here last night,” Tiffany told him.

  “If you got a man I understand, but tell him I play for keeps.” He stood up and licked his lips as he walked away from her.

  Tiffany gathered her shit wet ass and all because she knew that shit was real now. She had to get the hell up out of there! She was moving fast when Binx stopped her “Will I see you again?” he asked smiling and licked his lips so that he could taste her again.

  “I don’t know,” she told him.

  “I hope so.” He kissed her lips and opened the door for her. He watched all-that ass jog to her car knowing one thing for sure-- she had to be his.

  Tiffany was driving like a bat out of hell trying to get home. She knew that Messiah was pissed beyond words with her. She had never let this happen before and it had her wondering if she was tripping because he had lost her trust. She didn’t know why she allowed this to happen, yet she did and as much as she should have been thinking about Messiah she was thinking about Binx’s tongue game.

  The man that she spent the evening with and the intimate moment they shared this morning told her that Binx could never hurt a woman the way that Mallory was hurt. The fact that Mallory was in love with Messiah didn’t help either. Things were becoming clear to Tiffany and she now understood that Mallory planned all this shit out, but didn’t understand why. She was going to deal with all this shit after dealing with Messiah.

  Messiah was pacing the floor when Tiffany came walking through the door. He looked at her and didn’t like what her eyes said to him. He turned his head away cause he couldn’t stand the sight of her right now. He was just glad that she was not hurt in any way.

  Tiffany knew that he was pissed with her, but he didn’t have any room to be mad about any fucking thing. She got a little caught up in her job this time, but she was not the one lying and keeping secrets. He was and they were about to deal with it just as Ms. Anna had told her to before she left.

  “Messiah,” she followed behind him.

  “Not now Tiffany,” Messiah was pissed.

  “Yes now dammit!” Tiffany yelled.

  Messiah whipped around in her direction wondering how in the hell she had the nerve to yell at him after not coming home and smelling like sex. “Really, you yelling T?” he asked.

  “Yes, I am cause I am not about to play games with you,” she told him.

  “You the one that stayed out all night and smell like sex, but I am playing games? Please.!” Messiah felt sick to his stomach thinking that she had fucked Binx’s ass.

  “I did stay out but I didn’t mean to! He cooked dinner; we went for a bike ride, and came back and had a few drinks. I fell asleep and was woken up to him eating my pussy. I forgot where I was and the look on my face caused him to apologize. I left, and now I am here.” Tiffany put the truth on his ass.

  “So eating your pussy, that’s cool huh?” Messiah was thirty-eight hot.

  “No, but I didn’t lie like you!” Tiffany yelled.

  “Lie! What have I lied about?” Messiah was going to hold on to the fact that he knew Mallory ‘cause he wasn’t sure if she knew about that.

  “Mallory, she never stopped loving you and she knows about your dreams.” Tiffany called him out on his bullshit.

  Messiah didn’t know what to say he sat on the couch knowing that he should have kept it real with Tiffany. She never asked for much more than that. “I am sorry,” Messiah mumbled.

  “For what, because I am not sorry I got my pussy ate. I am sorry that I am gonna have to kill a good dude for nothing,” Tiffany told him.

  “For lying and what the hell you mean you not sorry? How do you know he’s a good dude after one night?” Messiah asked. He was jealous!

  “The same way I knew you was.” Tiffany headed to the shower to wash Binx away from her body and hopefully her mind.

  The last statement that she made rubbed Messiah the wrong way. Tiffany was good at reading people so this shit was way out of order. Messiah needed to find Mallory before Tiffany. If Tiffany felt some kind of way she wouldn’t let up until she got to the bottom of it and whoever was caught red handed would pay. That was the way Tiffany worked, she didn’t like for people to play games and have her in the middle of some bullshit. Messiah knew after Tiffany rested up she was on the hunt for info and possibly blood.

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  Tiffany bathed quickly and jumped out of the tub. She then dried off and tried not to dwell on her and Messiah’s issues when there was money on the line. There was no way in hell that Tiffany would go through this much hassle without getting paid and that’s the only reason she hadn’t confronted nor put her foot in Mallory’s ass just yet. Tiffany rubbed lotion all over her body and put her underclothes on. She went into the duffle of neatly folded clothes and pulled out something to wear. She checked the mirror and looked at her hair sighing that she hadn’t done anything extravagant to it in a while.

  She pulled the hot curlers and hair supplies out beginning to give herself a boost. There was no way she would go on a hunting spree looking all busted, and to turn up the Teflon Mafia way she had to kill two scenes. One, in her appearance, two, in her murder game. Tiffany moved quickly with everything she did so her hair and lightly applied make-up was finished in an hour and a half. She pulled out the brand new Hermes Birkin bag made of Croc skin and sat it beside her mix matched designer labels. Tiffany smiled at her ensemble and then filled the clips of her favorite Desert Eagle handgun. In case she had to pull anything off, her trunk was already equipped with the supplies she needed. Her phone rung. It was Binx, but Tiffany didn’t answer.

  Tiffany took a look at the time, it was little after eleven in the morning. She dressed and checked her after look in the floor length mirror and she was impressed. She headed to the door and out to her car putting the pedal to the metal as soon as she cranked it up. Tiffany was on a mission out for blood so the drive to the Construction Site wasn’t long at all. What she failed to do was check in with Mallory’s references about her personal background that was one method Teflon Mafia use to look over. Now with a lunatic client like Mallory the company had to enforce this requirement.

  Tiffany parked her car and strutted her way through the site and found the person she was looking for in a circle of men. It looked from afar he was having a meeting, but now that he spotted her it was over with. Almost running in her direction, Tom couldn’t help smiling foolishly thinking he was about to receive one of his wishes. Tiffany smiled and gave his sloppy ass a hug and kiss on his greasy cheek. They then walked off to Tom’s office while the workers snickered on their way
to the time clock.

  “How are you doing this evening my Lady?” Tom asked.

  “I’m fine, but I need to know something.” Tiffany said getting right to it after he closed the door. Tom wasn’t expecting to be choked up by his fat sweaty neck and pushed against a wall with the strength of a Lioness on a gazelle. He thought he discovered fangs when she clenched her teeth.

  “Wha…What’s wrong?” Tom asked with fear in his eyes. Tiffany’s beautiful and deadly eyes stared into his causing him to blink uncontrollably.

  “Mallory Dawson! Who is she?” Tiffany asked, letting her soft peppermint fresh breath smack him in the face. She noticed that he inhales the air she blew out.

  “She runs her father’s organization across town-- the Coca Leaf Boys.” Tom replied.

  “Did she tell you what she wanted TM to do for her?” Tiffany asked, and Tom shook his head no. “What’s the exact location on the Coca Leaf Boys?” Tiffany asked, and then let him go. Trembling to his desk Tom wrote the places he remembered and handed it to Tiffany. She stuck the paper in between her breast while watching him.

  “I worked for her grandfather maaaany years ago before her pops took over. They were like the Mafia and I made plenty money with them, but they’re all cutthroat villains…don’t trust anything from their bloodline. Mallory… was a very sweet girl until her old man took sick, but she’s all bad news now.” Tom expressed twiddling his fingers. It’s as if he’d entered into the booth and started confessing to the priest. Tiffany let him continue because the story got deeper than what it started out as- murder for hire.

  “A member of their cleaning crew discovered her diary about a year ago on how much she adored her father and many pages about some dude name Messiah.” Tom explained, now sitting comfortable on his desk. “The guy must have been the love of her life and he broke up with her over some bitch in a red thong.” Tom said then laughed. Before Tiffany could respond gunshots rang out like canons she ducked and moved. Tiffany made way to the window when she looked back Tom’s body was being ripped apart by the heavy artillery.

  Tiffany just knew she was about to meet her maker as bullets whizzed extremely close to her flesh. The glass was shot out of the window she quickly without second look jumped out and ran through the dust. As if she was being chased she ran around the forklifts out the gates and to the corner store she chunked her gun back in the bag. Tiffany’s chest heaved up and down when she finally stopped happy she still had strength to run. Her pants were ruined, feet covered in red dust, and she could feel herself sweating.

  “All that fucking primping I did to end up looking like this!” Tiffany said to herself shaking her head.

  Tiffany started walking toward the cleaners her mind was completely fucked up. Things could get bad if those workers were questioned and they describe her down to the shoe polish to detectives as being the last one to see Tom alive. That wasn’t the least on her mind while walking down the street. Tom said Mallory’s father is sick, not on vacation trying to keep the remainder of the family safe, Mallory is only in search of Messiah. Tiffany bought the story about Binx raping her sister and niece then turned deaf and blind when she heard two mill plus extra.

  When Tiffany first met Binx she knew he wasn’t the type of dude who would do anything like that to a woman. Tiffany cursed herself again for being emotional on a job she was putting her and Messiah’s brand at risk all for the love of money. Tiffany figured it was time to put an end to everything before this sloppy mess expanded. She would make sure Teflon Mafia would come out on top and that was a promise not a threat.

  Tiffany pulled her phone out and dialed Messiah’s number, she had to let him know to meet her at the cleaners so she can run the plan down to him. After calling three times, Tiffany stopped trying after getting no answer and picked up her pace to the cleaners. First thing was to get clean and find Messiah. At this point she had to put the petty shit aside and get down to business. Tiffany had an idea to plant a decoy putting Binx in a safe spot. Mallory would get pictures and a disfigured body as proof of Binx’s death and pay Teflon Mafia. Mallory breached the contract when she lied about the reason for hiring TM, so Tiffany had to make it look staged, and then eliminate Mallory after she beat her ass.

  Chapter Ten

  Mallory and the two goons were shacked up in her condominium two hours away from the hospital. She dialed her little sister’s phone to get an update on their father. She tried to give him a few more days, but his doctor bills now seemed pointless. “What are you doing?” Mallory asked her sister.

  “Just finish reading to Daddy.” Melinda replied.

  “Oh, nothing new today?” Mallory asking about his progress.

  “None, it’s like he’s just giving up.” Melinda said with sadness while Mallory remained nonchalant. Don’t get it twisted Mallory adored and loved her father as any girl would but it was as if her soul died when the doctors laid him in his death bed. Memories of her first love came back that very day of the only man that reminded her of Daddy-Messiah. Just like her father Messiah didn’t mind running and ducking the law and bitch ass niggas.

  Everything Messiah possessed was awarded for his own hard work and ambition to become successful in some genre he’s truly the last of a dying breed. When her father told her stories of his past it reminded her so much of Messiah’s struggle to stay free and above the ground. “Mallory, do you hear me?” Melinda said breaking Mallory’s influenced thoughts. Before she left the hospital she made sure to remind the nurse to give her another pill for pain and she not too long ago took it.

  “Yeah, give Daddy a kiss for me and I’ll call you back.” Mallory said.

  “Okay, when are you coming to see Daddy? We have to do something Mallory.” Melinda began to whine like the brat she was. “Mama hates to move forward, but we have to set Daddy free.” She said and Mallory understood, but she needed to get her destined king on the throne to run the Coca Leaf Castle before doing so.

  “I know Mel… I know.” Mallory said. “Give me another day to make the decision and I’ll be there. “

  “Be careful Mallory.” Melinda said into the phone and then hung up. Mallory dialed Messiah’s number, she wanted to tell him where she was, but one of the goons entered her bedroom.

  “Yo Mallory we about to bust out you alright huh?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Binx is on his way I think.” She lied with a fragile smile; it was better that way because she didn’t have to result to killing them for being in the way of her plans.

  “I’mma lock the door on the way out.”

  “Thank you.” Mallory said watching them leave and then pressing the dial button.

  “What the fuck, Mallory!” Messiah answered after three rings.

  “If you plan on getting paid I expect this dude body to turn up soon.” Mallory said.

  “Where you at?” Messiah asked.

  “At my condo.” Mallory replied in a guilty childlike tone.

  “The one you were living in?” Messiah asked. Mallory blushed and saw a window of hope. She confirmed with an “uh huh.” he hung the phone up in her face within an hour he was there. It took her a while to get to the door.

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  Messiah walked in and passed Mallory into the spacious condo noticing it still held that vanilla and lavender aroma. He stood by the couch and waited for her to sit down so she can give him the information he need. This was the main reason he didn’t want to get involved with the clients because he knew he’d done too much in his past to run up on karma. One day Tiffany’s ass is gonna listen when I say I’m in the background for her safety. Messiah thought looking at Mallory all beaten and bruised.

  “Who brought you here?” Messiah asked.

  “My people.” Mallory lied. “Like I said on the phone if you want to get paid and be done then I need to know that he no longer exist.” she said. Messiah looked at Mallory with a serious expression on his face.

  “The house right around the corner from
your family’s house… is that Binx’s residence?” Messiah asked.

  “Yeah right across the street from the state trooper and his lawyer wife.” Mallory said. Messiah shook his head and left her condo. He then placed a call to get Operation Binx over with.

  Chapter Eleven

  Binx was sitting at the kitchen table counting his money while talking to Styles who was drinking out a bottle of Ciroc and leaning against the counter. Styles said he got in touch with Tef and needed to build with Binx in person. Soon as Tef walked through the door he started running it. “I got at that bitch ass nigga Tom, but a big fine bitch was in the office with him. We didn’t get a look at her though.” Tef also told Binx that Mallory hired someone to kill him.