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ordered the hit to take place publicly, to send a message to anyone else who had an idea to “flip” on Scar and the Dirty Money Crew. The execution outside of the hotel definitely got everyone’s attention. Word spread instantly about the fate of Flip, the snitch. Scar also knew that his brother Derek would be looking for a way to defend himself against all the charges thrown his way, which meant Derek would also be gunning for him. He knew it wouldn’t be that long before the beast amassed enough evidence to finally make the charges stick.
    Tiphani had protested Scar’s staged kidnapping for the first couple of days, pouting and begging to go home to her kids. She was having trouble understanding the reasoning and desperately missed her kids. Knowing Scar was dangerous, she didn’t push the issue as much as she wanted to. So, even though her kidnapping was supposed to be fake, she really did feel like she’d been kidnapped and was being held against her will.
    Legally, she didn’t think her disappearance would bring any value to the case against Derek, and she knew her kids were at risk of being forced into the foster care system in her absence. She’d even thought about Derek winning their custody battle, if he ever beat his case.
    But Tiphani’s protests and pleas fell on deaf ears. Scar used his charm and his dick to convince her that this staged kidnapping was the only way to put another brick in the wall against Derek. Ultimately, the dick had finally made Tiphani give in to Scar’s plan. When his goons delivered Tiphani to Scar, he grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He was still playing the role of concerned lover, even though he just wanted to keep her close and keep an eye on her.
    Staging the kidnap worked to Scar’s advantage in two ways. One, he could make it look like Derek had something to do with it, and two, he could control Tiphani, while getting some of that tasty pussy.
    After his welcoming hug, he led her down the pier, toward a line of huge yachts. Tiphani was confused, looking around in disbelief. She kept walking with Scar until he stopped in front of one of the massive boats. She read the hand-painted sign on the back of the yacht. It read “DIRTY MONEY.” She looked up at Scar with furrowed eyebrows.
    â€œI ain’t gonna fake kidnap you and keep you in my basement, baby,” Scar had said, smiling. He led her up the dock ramp into the boat.
    Tiphani remembered her heart skipping a beat. She had quickly forgotten about her reservations about staging her own kidnapping. Scar welcomed her onto the regal boat. Inside Tiphani looked around in awe. It looked like a house. He led her into the fully furnished suite, which made her gasp. All of the furniture was pure white, and it immediately made Tiphani think about the way she envisioned Heaven. There was a California king-sized bed, leather couches, plasma TVs, expensive throw rugs, mirrored walls and ceilings, and a Jacuzzi.
    Tiphani was overwhelmed by the yacht. The luxuriousness made it feel like all of her worries had dissipated right then and there. She couldn’t contain herself and had to let Scar fuck her right there on the spot.
    After two days on the yacht, Scar thought it was time to put Tiphani onto his full plan and get her to buy in. When he told her they’d be gone for six months or longer, she cried, thinking about her kids. Scar’s plan was for her to go back to Baltimore, act as if she had been kidnapped because of Derek, and fake like she had fought to make a daring escape. Scar told her she could sell her story to every news program— 20/20 ; Dateline ; CNN; Anderson Cooper. Shit, even Oprah . They would all be fighting to cover the highly publicized reunion with her kids.
    Knowing the law, Tiphani didn’t think getting her kids back would be that easy. She figured there would be suspicion that she’d abandoned them and made up her story, which worried