I had asked myself severally how Jenny could get her hands on the letter with her so-called investigator. Why would she have someone in the south? I had thought it was a way of keeping an eye on her enemies, but Devin made it make sense now. Maybe the influential person behind Jenny's son had been
"Did he have Marcel tested?" I asked, and Devin chuckled. "How am I to know that part? I doubt the guy did that. You needed to see him, Tamia. He was mad," Devin said. "So you let him get away?" I asked, and he nodded. "A deal is a deal, Tamia. He had surrendered and told me why he did it. I woul
~Tamia~ My legs could not carry me fast enough. I walked through the house quickly. Wanting to get to Sylvester and give him the news. I appreciated Devin for telling me the truth. It took a lot for him to put his reputation on the line like that. That reputation had kept the south safe; if this
"Will you let Devin do this to you?" he asked, caressing my walls, and I moaned. "No," I replied, wanting more. "So what did you do outside?" he asked, and I could not think straight anymore. "Sylvester," I moaned. "I know what you want, Tamia, but you won't be getting any until you tell me what
"I am sure you are just as deadly as you were without it," he said, and I kissed him. "You can see Devin and tell him what we expect him to say if there is ever a hearing concerning the issue with my mother's letter to him. Also, tell Leo about Amanda's location. I know he said he was leaving, but
~Tamia~ I hesitated before knocking on Leo's door. I did not want to argue, but I knew I had to be the one to tell him that we were finally going to see the man that sent Amanda to ruin our home. I knocked. "It's open," I heard his voice say, and I entered the room. He was packing his bags. Leo
"What am I supposed to do without you? You were all I had, and you are all I have ever known, Tamia. I do not know where to start, but one thing is sure. I won't let that bitch and her bastards live," he said and opened his eyes. They had darkened, and I knew it was rage. Every time he thought of A
Although I knew he was being manipulated by someone, I still hated that he allowed himself to be used that way. Greed was a terrible disease, and this man was suffering from it. We were going to cure him very soon. The time came, and we dressed up to head to the airport. Sylvester had chartered a c