I hadn't planned on seeing Mr. R & B as soon as I did, but in my rush to leave his beautiful mansion, I hadn't noticed that I left my Gucci handbag behind. Now the day I needed to recuperate became the day of my plot for revenge. This pissed me off even more. He was about to catch hell and didn't even know it. I decided against calling until I arrived at the mansion. I didn't want to hear any excuses about why I couldn't come get my purse. I didn't care if his wife was there or not. I was going to get back my purse, as well as my respect.

My first intentions were somewhat extreme and not well planned. I was simply fueled with anger and pain. I had to use that energy to machinate the perfect vengeance. I sat in my bedroom for an hour contemplating my plot over and over again. I wanted him to learn a lesson and live through it. I didn't want him dead. I certainly didn't want to go to jail for what I had intended for him. He needed to be a spokesperson for all men. I wanted him to privately announce his remorse and beg forgiveness for his transgressions on his knees. If he refused to comply with my request, he would have to announce it publicly. I badly wanted him to take the easy route because, that would mean we still had a second chance for love.

Outlaw City

I knew the niggas from Outlaw City personally, and trust me it was an honor and a privilege. Yes, I said niggas because it’s just a word we use within our community. The legendary rapper, Tupac Shukar, symbolized it best: Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished. Now if you look at it from that point of view and not its origin, you might get a better picture. Anyway, these niggas ranged from high class scavengers to down right gutter ghetto rats. They all had the same treacherous mentality, but used different tactics to get what they wanted. This was simply the only way to survive. Sounds despicable? Maybe. But you need to walk in their shoes, breathe their air and pound the same pavement as these hood soldiers did. It’s the only way to appreciate what they overcame. They temporarily survived a life destined for destruction. And they accomplished this in such a clever and diabolical way that they could’ve ran their own Fortune 500 Company if they were dealt a better hand in life. Actually, they were no different than the high profile attorneys and politicians, who manipulate the system to climb the corporate ladder of success. You know the ones that people value and respect?

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Crimes of Passion: The Anthology

I loved my woman dearly, but couldn't resist that other firm, chiseled ass that I had waxed about a month ago. I reasoned that I wasn't married and no one would ever have to know. I never thought in a million years that I'd get addicted to the tight virgin-like tigress.

Destiny and I never talked much at all, but we were definitely sexually harmonized. The last few times we met, it was pure sexual gratification. We shouted and proclaimed our lust for each other as we humped and bumped to identical beats. The last rendezvous left me tired and shiftless. I thought I broke a blood vessel as she rode me like a stallion on a cool fall day.

Destiny's nails dug deep into my skin, giving me such a miraculous feeling that I snatched the condom off in order for our bare skin to finally meet.  I couldn't restrain my natural reflexes against her gyrating hips.

I had to confess my infidelity to Samantha or fix the shattered window of pain I had broken. The only way was to convince Destiny to abort the unwanted child. Part of me was in a state of denial.  I'd hoped to wake up from a nightmare or for Destiny to call me and say it was a false alarm. If she was mistaken about her pregnancy, I vowed to never lay another hand on her irresistible body of desire.