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Chapters (26)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY SHANNON HOLMES
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. AFTERWORD

The blow was thrown so hard, both the girls and Tender reeled back on impact. A satisfying smile appeared on Kat’s face as she extracted her revenge. Again and again, she pulverized her face. Lumps appeared magically.

“Bitch, you ain’t getting’ shit!!! …” Kat barked. “You musta been crazy if you thought I wuz givin’ up dat money … You’ll have ta kill me ta get it!!! …”

Two men exiting the club stumbled upon this one-sided fight. “Hey, what da fuck y’all doin’? … Let dat girl go! … Why don’t you shoot her a fair one?”

Kat and company panicked, releasing the hold on Tender; they jumped in the truck and peeled off. Tender fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER
19

TENDER WOKE UP IN THE HOSPITAL. How could she be so stupid? she wondered. She made a costly mistake by trusting Kat. That wouldn’t happen again.

Tender may have been down, but she wasn’t out. Not by a long shot. In fact she had Kat right where she wanted her. It was time to play her trump card.

For a week she laid up in the hospital, for precautionary measures, under observation of her doctors, recuperating. Tender used the time to plot against Kat. She must have gone over her plan a million times in her mind. To her, it was foolproof. All she had to do was put the two pieces in place and things would take of themselves. It was just that simple.

Every dog has its day, Tender thought; and if it were left up to her, Kat’s was coming soon. All she had to do was speed things up.

Walking down the hall, Kat went into the phone booth. She opened her flip cell phone, carefully searching its phone book for a specific phone number. Finding it, she punched the numbers into the public pay phone. On the first ring someone picked up.

“… Hey, ho!!” she cursed into the phone. “Dis Kat!! … Yeah, it’s me, bitch … Listen, I wanted you ta be da first ta know … Me and Q iz gettin’ married soon … Yeah, bitch, you heard me right!!! … Married!!! … I wanna know can his daughter be aparta our weddin’??? … So, da fuck what? … It’s his child toooo!!! … Faget it then … Let me tell ya sumthin’ else … I’m pregnant … six months … Eat ya heart out … You ain’t gonna do a muthafuckin’ thing ta me! … Bring ya black ass right down here then … I live on … I’ll be waitin’. I got somethin’ fa ya ass … C’mon!!! …”