I wanted to call my thug lover the next day but held back. A few days later he called me. I was so happy to hear his voice. He asked me if we could me...et this afternoon. He asked me if it was okay if he brought a friend. I paused and said okay but I was not promising anything for his friend. He said that was cool.Driving over that afternoon, I thought about my mom and how I knew she would be so hurt if she found out I was a slut. And if she knew I was having sex with some black guy I met up. "Riley was stunned, "What?" She's not allowed to see you ever again," Martin said angrily, "Do you understand me?"Riley hadn't seen a man as strong and forceful as Martin in a very long time and he couldn't figure out what Martin had against him. "Yeah, I understand," Riley said.Martin reached down and grabbed Mia by her arm and pulled her up from the chair she was sitting on, "No Popoff," Mia cried out as he led her briskly out the door. She looked back over her shoulder at Riley. In the three months he had known her, she had never worn pants or slacks. It was always dresses or skirt and blouse combinations. He wondered if she even owned sneakers. She always wore either high heeled sandals until the weather got too cold, or pumps, or dress flats.She took his coat and hung it in the closet. He glanced down the hall and noticed that two of the three doors were closed as he knew they would be. It wouldn't be proper for her to let a man see her bedroom at this point. He. I told her I had things to do and to just sit on the bed till the police got there. I was going to release the first girl, so she could be with the unconscious girl when I noticed it.Miller was gone!I flashed everyone that he was a real threat for us and our ‘anonymity’.I felt that he didn’t ‘buy-in’ to our ‘Papa Legba’ persona and might want to come after us someday for ending his lucrative career.I heard a motorcycle engine start and I ran outside to see Miller escaping down the driveway as.