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“Why not? She invited me over. It would be rude to leave without saying goodbye.”

“You acting like she called your ass. She brought you here with a gun on your ass.” I shrugged again.

“Everybody got they own way of asking.” Key stared at me for a minute before doubling over in laughter. This nigga was crying and all.

“Mannn, this gotta be the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen you do. You lying there acting like this shit normal. I ain’t never seen a nigga volunteer to be a hostage. Is you cool?”

“I’m good. I told your ass I’m trying to spend quality time. What better way to do it? Shit makes sense to me.”

“If you say so. What you need me to do? Since apparently we letting women kidnap us now.”

“For this to work, Peanut gotta be good. She thinks holding me hostage is keeping him alive while yall negotiate. If something happens to him while I’m down here, everything falls apart.”

“So what you saying?” This nigga was about to piss me off acting slow and shit.

“You gotta take them the money but make them think it’s from Bubbles.” Key sat down on the couch. He sat there silent for a minute before speaking.

“Let me get this straight. They owed us bread, but they didn’t have it because she took it.” I nodded. “And you want me to take our bread and give it to them to cover what she stole, so they don’t kill her nigga?”

“Took your ass long enough. Damn!”

“Nigga, you done lost all your fucking mind. This girl got you bugging.”

“Just do it, but remember you can’t agree to the trade with her.” His face twisted in confusion. “When she calls tomorrow, don’t agree to it. She needs to think yall still negotiating,” I said before he could ask me to explain.

“Let me make sure I understand this part too. You want me to save her nigga but don’t tell her I saved her nigga, so she can think she gotta keep holding you hostage?”

“Yeah, nigga.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“What if she gets desperate and shoots at your ass for real?” I reached behind me and pulled out my gun.

“I said I’m intrigued, not dumb.”

“One could argue that.” Ignoring his comment, I continued on. I needed to make sure he handled everything.

“Give me your phone so we can communicate when I need to.”

“You got a whole kidnapper. Use hers.” I shot him a look, so he threw it to me.

“Oh, and go get my car. It’s a couple of blocks from the trap.”

“I know where your shit at. Anything else, Your Hostageness?”

“Stop fucking playing with me.”

“I’m just saying. Apparently, I’m your assistant now.” Key stood up and walked toward the stairs.

“Don’t forget to lock the door back.” He turned to look at me, and I couldn’t do shit but laugh.

“You want me to lock you back in?”

“Ain’t that what the fuck I said?” He continued up the stairs talking shit.

“I ain’t never in my fucking life had to rescue a nigga and then lock his ass back up.” A few seconds later, I heard the door slam shut and the lock click. Pulling the cover over my face, I closed my eyes. Might as well get some sleep. I had a date tomorrow.

Simone “Bubbles” Stanton

By the time I pulled up to the lake house, I was feeling a little better about the situation. Taffy had put all that shit in my head, but I refused to believe I had gone through all of this for nothing. Unlocking the basement door, I walked down the stairs. Anton was sitting on the edge of the bed looking bright eyed and bushy tailed like his ass had gotten eight hours of sleep at a damn resort. Gah damn! This nigga was even fine when he woke up. His waves had disappeared and his hair had curled up, but that only added to his sexiness. His mouth formed into a smile, causing my pussy to jump. I tried my best to snap out of it.