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her immensely. She didn’t think the whole thing was a good idea.
    Scar reassured her he would pay whoever he had to pay to have her kids returned to her. He also told her she should always say that her captors kept mentioning her husband, and money he owed them. If she stuck to the story, it would make it seem as if Derek was the cause of her disappearance because he had been robbing drug dealers and selling drugs too.
    The best part of the plan was, while she rode the wave of fame and notoriety, she would jump out of the box and announce her bid to run for circuit court judge. Scar told her that he had it all mapped out, and she would definitely win. In his grand scheme, Tiphani would be the one that would save him from all of the charges pending against him once and for all. A lot of pockets would be laced so that she would be appointed as the judge on his case when he finally turned himself in.
    Being the driven, power-hungry career woman she was, at first Tiphani thought the plan was brilliant. She could sacrifice a few months without her kids for a greater career move. In her mind, becoming a judge would be great for all of them. But she didn’t know Scar would never really be loyal to anyone, not even her.
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    Today, sitting on a yacht with a dangerous drug dealer, Tiphani was having second thoughts. The what-ifs had set in on her, and she sat, preoccupied with thoughts of all of the things that could go wrong—one of which was, she could be thrown in jail for fabricating a story so elaborate and would lose her children forever if anyone ever found out the truth.
    â€œDamn! You been daydreaming for a minute,” Scar said, breaking up her thoughts.
    Tiphani let a weak smile spread across her face.
    Scar could see the second thoughts and doubt in her eyes. “I hope you dreaming about me and this pussy-pounding I’m about to put on you.” He grabbed his dick through his pants.
    Tiphani smiled just thinking about that good-ass dick.
    When Scar saw her smile, he knew he had her again. He didn’t care if he had to fuck her every minute of every day to keep her on course with his plan. He was going to do whatever it took to keep this bitch in line. Scar thought of Tiphani as the “queen of sorts.” He saw her as one of the most powerful pieces in his game of chess against Derek and the Maryland State Troopers that had tried to destroy everything he had worked to build.
    Before she knew it, Scar had swooped down on her like an eagle snatching up a little mouse as prey. The next thing she knew, Scar was carrying her like a little rag doll down the yacht steps to the lower deck. Once there, he reached under her dress and ripped her thong off with one forceful motion.
    Tiphani began breathing hard, and a hot feeling came over her. She loved Scar’s spontaneity. Nothing was all planned and boring, like with Derek. She giggled, the liquor tingling her senses. Scar forced his tongue into her mouth, she accepted, and they kissed wildly. Tiphani’s cheeks were on fire. The heat their bodies generated was enough to cook something.
    Scar pulled off his Ralph Lauren purple label shorts, freeing his beautiful, thick dick. Then he ripped his wife-beater over his head, exposing his chest, adorned by a diamond-encrusted Jesus piece. The platinum up against his ebony skin was sexy as hell. Tiphani licked her lips as he climbed on top of her. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled his scent. It was intoxicating. She felt like she was really falling in love with him.
    Scar hoisted her sundress up and buried his face in her sopping wet pussy. He blew his hot breath on her clitoris and devoured her pussy until she was dizzy. Then he moved up, took a mouthful of her firm breasts into his mouth, and slammed his dick up in her like a bulldozer. Over and over again, Scar pounded into her flesh. Tiphani dug her nails into his back as he continued his mission. He rammed her with all his might and