Obsession by Treasure Hernandez Page B

ambulance. He shook his head as he walked off and flagged down a cab.
    Major Pain sat in the back of the cab and exhaled loudly. “I hope Quick got away,” he thought out loud as he closed his eyes and relaxed for the rest of the ride.
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    Quick hopped in the passenger side of Ivy’s Charger as she pulled off.
    â€œDamn! It’s cops all over the place,” she said, cruising past a crime scene.
    Quick looked out the tinted window in time to see a police officer place a white sheet over Wolf’s body.
    â€œDamn! Wolf!” Quick mumbled, and he sat back in silence for the rest of the ride.
    When the two got home, Quick removed his clothes and took a quick shower. After he hopped out of the shower, he entered the bedroom and orally pleased Ivy. Once he was done, she quickly drifted off to sleep, while Quick stayed up for most of the night just staring up at the ceiling.

“Do What You Gotta Do”
    Tiffany stepped off the bus and couldn’t wait to get home and out of the cold. She had a long day at work and just wanted to go home and relax. Surprisingly, for the past week Blake had been acting normal, and not like a jackass. Tiffany was just hoping that this pattern continued. She reached the lobby and repeatedly pressed the call button for the elevator. She stepped inside and pressed her floor, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to warm them up.
    Tiffany stepped off the elevator and saw a woman exiting her apartment. When she looked closely, she realized it was the same girl from the last time.
    â€œHold that elevator,” the mystery woman said, her heels click-clacking loudly on the floor as she jogged toward the elevator.
    Tiffany stood in the doorway of the elevator so it wouldn’t close. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
    The mystery woman looked her up and down and replied, “Nah. I don’t have nothing to say to you. Besides, I don’t know you.”
    â€œWell, you gon’ tell me something,” Tiffany said, her voice rising. “This is the second time I caught you coming out of my house.”
    â€œYour house?” the mystery woman echoed, a smirk on her face.
    Just from that smirk Tiffany knew that Blake had been telling the woman all kinds of lies. “Were you in my house having sex with my boyfriend?” Tiffany asked. She pulled out three twenty-dollar bills from her pocket and held them out toward the woman.
    The woman took the money and stuck it down in her bra. “Who? Blake?” she said, loudly popping her gum.
    â€œYes, Blake.”
    â€œYeah, he’s one of my best customers,” the woman told her. “And a good tipper.”
    â€œSo that’s what he does with my hard-earned money,” Tiffany said to herself as she stepped back and let the elevator door close. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard, even though she had already expected it.
    Tiffany slowly made her way down the hallway and entered her apartment. She stepped inside the house and looked at Blake with a disgusted look on her face.
    â€œHey, baby,” Blake said sitting back on the couch, a gun resting in front of him on the coffee table.
    Tiffany didn’t even respond to Blake. She walked past him like he was invisible and went in the bedroom and slammed the door.
    Seconds later, Blake came busting into the room. “What the fuck is your problem?” he barked, grabbing Tiffany under her chin and forcing her to look at him.
    â€œFuck you!” Tiffany capped back, smacking Blake’s hand off her face.
    She was instantly smacked down to the floor. Then a kick to her ribs came next, followed by Blake snatching her back up to her feet by her hair. “Bitch, what the fuck is your problem?”
    â€œWhy don’t you go ask that prostitute bitch that you been giving all of my money to!” Tiffany huffed as she grabbed a duffel bag from out of the closet and began filling it with her