to see a beautiful woman cry. Pull your skirt down and just fucking listen to what I have to say.”
Rodriguez hung her head and listened. At this point, she didn’t have a choice.
“I want twenty percent of whatever Scar is paying you, whenever he pays you. I want to know every time Scar contacts you. I will make sure my eyes and ears remain closed to what you’re doing, but I expect my money. Don’t ever think I can’t find out how much you got, so make sure I get my twenty percent and you don’t try to short me. We can all work together to bring Fuller down,” Chief Hill said, leaning back in the chair in relax mode. “I never liked his ass anyway.”
“Y-y-yes, sir, I can do that,” Rodriguez stammered. She stood up and extended her hand toward the chief for a shake. “I can keep you posted, and the money is no problem. I can help you if you help me.”
The chief accepted her hand, and they exchanged a brisk handshake, sealing their deal to help Scar put Derek away for life.
Chapter 1
The Best Laid Plans
Tiphani sat across from Scar and picked up her martini glass again. She was finally feeling a buzz. She still couldn’t believe she was on a yacht, sailing off the coast of Florida toward the Caribbean. Scar sat across from her on a long black leather bench that was built into the yacht’s upper deck wall. Tiphani stared at him with hazy eyes. She thought Scar looked hella sexy, rocking his Hermes boat shoes, a wife-beater that hugged his muscular chest, and a Gucci fedora sitting on top of his big head. She had conditioned herself to look past his ugly-ass scarred grill; his swagger was enough for her. It was more than her husband ever had.
Tiphani looked down at the feast set out in front of them. The table was full of all kinds of food prepared by Scar’s own personal chef. There were lobster tails, huge freshly steamed shrimp surrounded by cocktail sauce, rich, leafy salads, tropical fruits, and the most expensive beluga caviar money could buy. Despite all of it, Tiphani hadn’t touched a bite.
“Why you not eating?” Scar asked her, picking up one of the huge prawns, ready to throw it back.
“I’m not really that hungry,” Tiphani said in a low tone, swirling her liquor around in her glass. She wasn’t interested in the food, Scar, or anything on the yacht at this point. She was missing her kids and having second thoughts.
“Shit speak for yourself.” Scar wasted no time digging into the food he’d paid a grip to have his chef cook up.
Tiphani took another sip of her drink. She ran her fingers through her long, jet-black hair, like she usually did when deep in thought. The sun was beginning to set, and her mood was continuing to go down right along with it. The sea breeze kissed her beautiful face and whipped around her perfect, shapely legs. Between the dreamy scene—the sunset, the ocean, the ritzy yacht?and the buzz she was feeling, Tiphani was mesmerized. Flashes of her kids’ faces played in her mind. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d done the right thing by letting Scar stage her kidnapping.
When Scar’s little henchmen had snatched her from in front of her home, they had blindfolded her and put her in a van. Tiphani, not knowing it was a set-up, had fought ferociously, clawing hunks of skin from one of their faces, kicking and biting wildly. Scar had instructed them not to hurt a hair on her head, but she didn’t make it easy, cursing, spitting, and bucking like a wild animal.
After she had finally worn herself out and sat still for five minutes, Scar’s men tried to explain to her what was going on, but she wouldn’t hear anything from them. In her mind she had been thrust into a fight to save her own life. Only after they’d told her what Scar had instructed them to say did she listen. She was informed that Scar had ordered the fake kidnapping, just in case neighbors or any other witnesses had been watching, and that there was a reason for everything. They also told her that Scar just really wanted her to meet with him and lay low for a while.
With all of the commotion, Tiphani was trying to make sense of it all. To her it seemed to be a bit much. She thought he could’ve just told her to come and disappear with him without all of the theatrics, but she figured Scar knew what he was doing. They explained that Scar knew when she didn’t show up for her kids, her disappearance would be reported, and everyone would think she was missing. Scar had staged the kidnapping because he wanted it to seem like she was snatched, that it had something to do with her husband’s dirty dealings.
After getting wind of the meeting between his brother Derek and his old crew member Flip, it wasn’t lost on Scar that Flip had probably revealed a bunch of shit that could send Scar to prison for a long time. Which was why he had to shut Flip up permanently. He’d ordered the hit to take place publicly, to send a message to anyone else who had an idea to “flip” on Scar and the Dirty Money Crew. The execution outside of the hotel definitely got everyone’s attention. Word spread instantly about the fate of Flip, the snitch. Scar also knew that his brother Derek would be looking for a way to defend himself against all the charges thrown his way, which meant Derek would also be gunning for him. He knew it wouldn’t be that long before the beast amassed enough evidence to finally make the charges stick.
Tiphani had protested Scar’s staged kidnapping for the first couple of days, pouting and begging to go home to her kids. She was having trouble understanding the reasoning and desperately missed her kids. Knowing Scar was dangerous, she didn’t push the issue as much as she wanted to. So, even though her kidnapping was supposed to be fake, she really did feel like she’d been kidnapped and was being held against her will.
Legally, she didn’t think her disappearance would bring any value to the case against Derek, and she knew her kids were at risk of being forced into the foster care system in her absence. She’d even thought about Derek winning their custody battle, if he ever beat his case.
But Tiphani’s protests and pleas fell on deaf ears. Scar used his charm and his dick to convince her that this staged kidnapping was the only way to put another brick in the wall against Derek. Ultimately, the dick had finally made Tiphani give in to Scar’s plan. When his goons delivered Tiphani to Scar, he grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He was still playing the role of concerned lover, even though he just wanted to keep her close and keep an eye on her.
Staging the kidnap worked to Scar’s advantage in two ways. One, he could make it look like Derek had something to do with it, and two, he could control Tiphani, while getting some of that tasty pussy.
After his welcoming hug, he led her down the pier, toward a line of huge yachts. Tiphani was confused, looking around in disbelief. She kept walking with Scar until he stopped in front of one of the massive boats. She read the hand-painted sign on the back of the yacht. It read “DIRTY MONEY.” She looked up at Scar with furrowed eyebrows.
“I ain’t gonna fake kidnap you and keep you in my basement, baby,” Scar had said, smiling. He led her up the dock ramp into the boat.
Tiphani remembered her heart skipping a beat. She had quickly forgotten about her reservations about staging her own kidnapping. Scar welcomed her onto the regal boat. Inside Tiphani looked around in awe. It looked like a house. He led her into the fully furnished suite, which made her gasp. All of the furniture was pure white, and it immediately made Tiphani think about the way she envisioned Heaven. There was a California king-sized bed, leather couches, plasma TVs, expensive throw rugs, mirrored walls and ceilings, and a Jacuzzi.
Tiphani was overwhelmed by the yacht. The luxuriousness made it feel like all of her worries had dissipated right then and there. She couldn’t contain herself and had to let Scar fuck her right there on the spot.
After
