Y'all, I'm thinking this book is gonna have like 5-10 more chapters but I'm definitely going to finish this book before I move back into my dorm, which is on August 27th. I want this book done by then, so expect more updates of this and less of Heiress for the moment. But don't forget to add Heiress to your libraries so you can have something to read once I finish this book.

Theodore III

I stood up from my office chair and walked down the spiral staircase so I could answer the front door. As soon as I got to the front door, I had my face scrunched up when I saw the butler talking to a couple of detectives.

"Aye, I got the door," I told the butler. He nodded his head and walked off to the back as I approached the door, where the officers stood at. "Uh, how can I help y'all?"

"We're here to discuss the disappearances of Teandra Redford, Nicole Anderson, and Cashmere Taylor. You came up as a person of interest in their disappearances and as a person who might possibly know what became of them."

I scrunched up my face. "How did I come up as a person of interest? I didn't have anything to do with either of them."

"Well, our sources tell us that you dated Ms. Redford some years ago and then got her sister, Nicole Anderson pregnant with your now five year old daughter. So, I'm sure you have interaction with one, if not both, ladies. And if I'm not mistaken, Cashmere is with your sister. Am I right?"

"Thanks for the history lesson on my past relationships but just because they're sisters and I was with Teandra in high school, doesn't mean I'm still involved with either one of them now. I don't talk to Teandra because she was a prostitute and didn't know which one of my cousins knocked her up. I didn't have anything to do with her."

"Well, we think she's dead."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay. And what does that mean to me?"

"That you killed her out of jealousy and rage for what she did to you in high school."

"That was five years ago. I'm not thinking about it or her, so y'all can stop speculating like I did something to her. I don't even have her number or nothing so I couldn't have done anything to her. I didn't associate with any of the, honestly."

"Not even the mother of your daughter?" the officer asked with a raised eyebrow.

I didn't need these officers all in my business, so I just told them the truth so I can save my ass. "No, not even her. She doesn't care about my daughter or the fact that I'm letting her see my daughter even though she courts said she wasn't allowed to see her. I moved her into a condo in the same building as me to try to keep her close to our daughter and she shit on me and my daughter, so we left. I hadn't heard from her in months until her and Teandra popped up at my club a few months ago, harassing me and my employees. Then Teandra shot me. That's the last I heard from either one of them."

The officer nodded his head. "Interesting. And you didn't retaliate against them?"

I smirked. "I really don't think you should be asking me this without a lawyer present, especially if I just told you I don't have any interactions with any of them. Now, since I'm not being detained, I don't have to stand here and listen to this. I gave you all the information I have, so goodbye and have a nice day." I stepped back and pulled the door shut but one of the officers stuck his foot in front of the door so it wouldn't close. I looked up at him. "Uh I think you need to move your foot."

"I will, I just have one more question."

I sighed. "What? I already told y'all everything I know. I don't know anything else."

"Where's Cashmere?"

"I don't know. Him and my sister broke up months ago because he was mistreating her and her son. Now, is that everything?"

"Nope, we have one more question."

"What?"

"Where are Matthew and Mariah Golding?"

I scrunched up my face. Why would they be questioning me about Goldie's parents? I didn't even have anything to do with them. "I don't know."

"Weren't you dating their daughter?"

"Yeah but we weren't together long enough for me to have met her parents. I don't know what happened to them but maybe you should ask their children, not somebody who knew nothing about them."

"Oh, we think you knew a lot about them Mr. Reed. A lot more than what you're leading us to believe since your name was mentioned when we talked to their children about their disappearance. Your name was bought up several times, and even when we asked all three of their children about your relationship with their parents, they said it was strained. They said you fought their brother Marquise and wanted revenge on their family because they wouldn't go into business with you," he rambled but I was stuck on why my name was bought up and who bought it up. Why would Goldie and her family drag me into this if we came to a mutual understanding. "What kind of business do you engage in Mr. Reed?"

"I own three night clubs," I mumbled.

"And your other business?"

"The stocks I own?"

"No. The other one."

"I mean, I guess raising my daughter and taking care of the rest of my family is business too," I chuckled. "That's all I'm engaged in at the moment. Why? Is it some other business I have that I don't know about?"

The officer frowned. "Don't play stupid with me Mr. Reed. I know what you do and I've got my eye on you and your entire lying ass family. I know you're selling drugs."

"I'm not. Look, I'm a business man just trying to support my family. I don't meddle in anything of that sort. Now, unless you have a warrant of any kind, don't come back to my house harassing me because I don't mind reporting you. I know people in very important places all over the city."

The officer smirked. "Alright, we'll definitely be back with a warrant so we can sit you down and really have a nice, long conversation with you Mr. Reed. You have a nice day."

I smiled as I stuck my hand out. "You too. Officer?"

He looked down at my hand and frowned before looking me in the eyes. "Garret."

I nodded my head, making a mental note to handle this nigga too. I slammed my door close in their face before I jogged upstairs to my bedroom so I can get in contact with one of the guys that works for me. His name is Sean and he's an ex-cop. He was one of the officers on my payroll, and once he retired a few months back, he came to work for me full time taking care of minor bumps in the road like Officer Garret.

I grabbed my burner phone out of my nightstand and dialed his number. He immediately answered.

"What's up?"

"I need you to take care of something for me," I replied. "Do you know an Officer Garret?"

"The only Officer Garret I know is tall, dark skinned, has a thick mustache and has a white bitch as his partner. She doesn't speak much since he likes to run his mouth all the damn time. Why? He's bothering you or something?"

"Yeah, I need you to handle that situation for me tonight. I have some other business to take care of tonight. But whatever it takes, I want him dead by midnight. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

"And whoever gets in your way, kill them too."

"I know he has kids. What about them? You know, Ion have an issue offing any man, woman or child. It's nothing to me."

I sighed. "Don't kill his kids. Leave them tied up and blindfolded but don't hurt them. A'ight?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "I'll take care of it tonight."

"Alright, thanks."

~~~

A few hours later, I found myself standing on the front porch of Goldie's parents' house. Well, the house she shared with her siblings now. I didn't plan on going to her house today because I needed to take care of the Adonis situation but what the police told me about her and her siblings, just wasn't sitting right with me. I couldn't get past the fact that they could be plotting against me while I'm trying to work things out with Goldie.

"Fuck," I mumbled, thinking about something.

I'm probably the only one trying to work things out with her. She's probably just using me to plot against me and my family. To get me distracted, just like Grandpa told me about her and all the rest of these girls. Before we even got out to Atlanta, he told me to be weary of these girls and how they'll be trying to do anything to fuck with me for my name, money, and my clout. I didn't think Goldie was like the rest of these girls since she comes from a family similar to mine, but I guess not. She's starting to look like one of these thirsty broads just looking to fuck and get money.

Goldie pulled the door open with a frown on her face. "What the hell are you doing here?" she whispered, stepping outside of the house and closing the door behind her. "You know how much trouble we can get into if we get caught? What the hell is going on?"

"Shut the fuck up, a'ight? I don't give a fuck who sees us since you've been running my name through the mud."

She scrunched up her face. "Huh? What are you even talking about?"

"Don't act stupid now Mya. You did that when you played me about what your family does but this is different. My fuckin' life is on the line, yet again, because of more of your stupid shit. Why the fuck are you talking to the police about me?"

"What? I haven't talked to any police officers."

I folded my arms across my chest, not believing a thing she was telling me. I used to trust Goldie but after finding out what her family does, and how she kept it a secret even though I bought her into my life, I stopped trusting her. She acted oblivious to my whole money scheme, as if she hadn't seen her father doing the same shit. My trust for her was completely gone when her and her weird ass family broke into my house and had my daughter with them. I don't even know why I got myself involved with her again because all she does is lie and I can't trust her.

"Stop fuckin' lying, yo! Some officers came to my crib questioning me about some shit I didn't even do and said your lying ass, bipolar ass Marquise and Precious' fat ass all bought my name up and said I was doing some shit I didn't do."

"Look, you don't have to start name calling. I'm respecting you, so respect my family because I can just as well talk about your locked up ass sister and your sex addicted brother. Don't talk about my family about some shit we didn't even do either! Why would I bring your name up to any cops? Matter of fact, why would I even talk to some fucking cops?"

"I don't know but they had a nice conversation with y'all about me. Ion know why you lying though."

"I'm not lying."

"And how would I know that? Why would the cops drag the three of y'all into this investigation if they didn't need to?"

"To try to pin us against each other," she said as she stepped closer to me. She reached out to grab my hand but I backed up. "See, this is what they want us to do. They want us to separate so we can be against each other and talk shit about what our families are doing. That's all they're trying to do Prince."

I looked her in the eyes, trying to see if she was lying or not but I just didn't know anymore with her. I get what she's saying about them trying to pin us against each other to get one of us to talk about what our families do but I just don't understand why they would need more people involved in the investigation. It'll just make shit more difficult for them.

"You seem to know a lot about the police."

Goldie sighed. "I don't. Stop trying to make yourself the victim Prince. They're fucked up for lying on us because I didn't talk about you."

"What about your brother and sister? Did they talk about me?"

"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders. "I've been around here majority of the time and if I'm not then I'm with you, so I doubt it. We're not dumb enough to talk to the police without a lawyer."

I scrunched up my face. "So you'll look like a suspect even more? If you really ain't do shit, you won't need a fucking lawyer."

She groaned. "Wait, so you talked to them without a lawyer?"

"They just showed up at my door questioning me! I couldn't call up my lawyer and I didn't do shit either, so it's not like I'mma get caught up like y'all niggas over here," I pointed to her. "I don't know what to believe right now but I don't believe you or the fuckin' lie you're trying to pass off as the truth. I don't know what's gotten into you lately but I'm not feeling this shit anymore. I can't trust you Mya."

"How come? I've been nothing but hone--"

"Stop fuckin' lying!" I yelled, cutting her off. "You've been leading me on since the day I met you and you're still doing it now. I know y'all probably over here lying on me, trying to get me locked up or some shit but just know you and the rest of your family are gon' be dead before y'all ever see me locked up. And I'mma be locked up for killing y'all niggas, so try me if you want to and I'mma fuck all y'all niggas up. Starting with you."

Goldie smirked and she knew what she was doing. That smirking shit got me heated as fuck. "So, I take it Jamaica is off the table for tonight then?"

"Stop all that mother fuckin' smirking. You know Ion like that smirking shit."

"Why?" she laughed. "I'm not doing anything wrong."

"It got me thinking you're plotting on me, which you're probably doing right now."

"I wouldn't do that to you," she continued smirking because she knew it was making me mad. "You know I love you baby."

I frowned. "And stop all that 'baby' and 'I love you' shit too! You don't love me, because if you did, I wouldn't be here questioning you about your involvement in a plan to take me out. And you wouldn't have black balled me into agreeing to that Jamaica trip either. It was fucked up for you to even bring that up around Princess when you know how kids are. Don't fuck with my daughter either."

Goldie laughed. "What's wrong with you? I didn't even do anything!"

"And that's the issue! You steady fucking with me Goldie with all the shit you been doing like all that laughing, snickering, and smirking. You know that shit gets me heated 'cause you not taking me seriously."

She smirked again. "How can I take you seriously when you came here talking all that shit about me talking to the police behind your back? It's a fucking joke Prince so I gotta laugh at this stupid stuff you just came to me about."

"This is serious Mya! I'm not playing with you."

"I know and that's why this is so funny," she laughed. "You need to chill."

I sucked my teeth. Grandpa told me she was too young for me but I didn't want to believe him. Goldie acted so mature when I first met her but the more I talk to her, the more I'm starting to see her age. Now I see why her father never allowed her to be apart of their business. She's too immature. "You play too fuckin' much. You're a little ass kid and you need to grow the fuck up because this is my life on the line that you and your family are fucking with. I don't know what y'all said to the police but if more cops show up at my door, I'm gonna come over here and I'm gonna kill all three of y'all snitches."

I turned and walked away from her because I was thoroughly pissed. I really felt like putting my hands on her so I just walked away before I did. Grandpa always told me I'd be a bitch if I ever put my hands on a woman. He aid you'd be tempted to do it, tempted to defend yourself when she's beating my ass but I can't put my hands on one of them. I just need to walk away to check myself, because if a female is making me go against my morals, then I don't need to be talking to her. Hell, I don't need to be trying to make things work with her, so that's what I did.

I walked away from Goldie but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back but I was a lot stronger than her. She might have halted me for a few seconds but I just kept walking as I dragged her behind me. Goldie jumped in front of me, stopping me from going anywhere else.

I frowned. "Move girl, damn."

I tried to walk around her but she jumped in my face every time I tried to move. "No, just hear me out Daddy. Please?" she smiled.

I tried to keep the frown on my face but I just couldn't. It always turned me on when she'd call me Daddy and she knew she could say it to calm me down. I sighed. This is what Grandpa warned me about. All females like to get sexual when they fuck with a nigga because they know they can get in his head if they say the right shit. "What?"

She smirked as she looked down at my crotch before looking back up at my face. "You know it turns me on when you get aggressive like that Daddy," she said as she got down on her knees right in the middle of the driveway. I looked around, trying to make sure nobody else was around and they weren't. It was silent. "I don't know why you get so upset all the time Prince and over the smallest things. I'm starting to think you just get angry so I can suck your dick," she laughed as she unzipped my pants and pulled my manhood out of my pants.

I didn't respond to her though. Little did she know, I was actually pissed at her. I don't like the cops showing up to my crib nor do I like my name being bought up in some shit that wasn't even my business. I mean, I did kill Tee Tee but I didn't kill Nicole, Cashmere, or Dylan. And I refuse to go down for anything I didn't do.

I looked down and watched how Goldie took the majority of me into her mouth, getting me harder the more she stroked me but I wasn't full on hard. I just couldn't take my mind off of the shit going on with the police long enough to get some sloppy toppy. I'll admit, it felt good though and it would've been better if I didn't have so much on my mind.

Goldie slurped on me but she wasn't going down on me all the way. I took a deep breath and tried to get into her giving me head, even though I really wasn't feeling it. I grabbed the back of her head, interlacing my fingers in her head, and pushed her down on my manhood so she could take more of me into her mouth. She was gagging and coughing up against me but she was just looking me in the eyes as if she wanted more, so I pushed her down so her forehead was on my stomach.

I could feel her tongue swirling around on my dick but I knew she couldn't breath. Her face was red but the longer I held her down on my dick, it started to turn a purple color. I looked down and watched how she put her hands against my thighs to try to push me away from her but the both of us knew I was stronger than her. A lot stronger, so I held her down on me.

I smirked as I watched her try to breath with my dick still down her throat. I knew she couldn't though and I knew this was serious, so I just laughed and smirked like her. She needs to stop playing with my life because I can play with hers if she wants me to. It won't be an issue to me if she died sucking my dick. At least she went out like a champ.

"This shit ain't fun, is it?" I smirked as I looked down at her trying to push me away from her. Her entire body was shaking and purple at this point but I just wasn't done with her. I wanted her to know now to fuck with me, even if she is playing around. "Don't fuck with me little girl. I don't play that shit with the cops and I don't like niggas playing around with my life either," I told her as her eyes started to roll tot he back of her head but I shook her head to wake her back up. "Nah, don't be going to sleep on me. You see how easy it is for you to possibly lose your life? I can do it again if you keep fucking with me little girl. You want me to let you do?" I smirked.

She was so out of breath that she couldn't even understand so I just let her go, and as soon as I did, she fell back gasping for air. I laughed as I watched on as her whole body shook and tried to pull in as much air as possible. She coughed and heaved for air as I stood over her.

"Goldie, I hate doing that shit to you but you just don't understand me or take me seriously, ever. I'm not gonna do that shit again but if you keep on fucking up, I'm gonna finish what I started here. And you can let Marquise and Precious know that too," I said as I climbed inside of my car and left her laying in the middle of the driveway with spit and pre-cum all over her mouth.

Victoria

I stood in the mirror of the master bedroom at Teddy's house and fixed my hair. The room was pitch black since it was the middle of the night and all of the lights were off, so I used the light shining in from the moon to give me light.

Charmaine told me she captured that whore Milan earlier, so that's why I'm up. I've been up for hours waiting on Charmaine to deliver that bitch to me so I can just end her life. She said she'd be here with Milan in the middle of the night because she needed to get her out of the police station without anybody seeing, so she had to wait until the middle of the night when most of the officers weren't there. Teddy's dumb ass fell asleep, but I'm too anxious to sleep. I've been up all night waiting on a confirmation text from Charmaine about Milan's body.

I brushed my hair back into a low ponytail and wrapped my 26 inches of Indian hair into a tight bun at the back of my head. I don't know what's going to happen with Milan but I'm not going to fuck my hair up over her. I mean, I could have Teddy handle the dirty work for me but I know he'll bitch out, the same way Theodore bitched out when I told him I had an issue with her. Anybody else I have an issue with, he handles with no questions to be asked, but he's so pussy whipped by her that he can't even kill the bitch. Teddy is the exact same way.

I walked across the room to the closet and pulled out a pair of leggings and a t shirt. I needed to be as comfortable as possible because I don't know what's going to happen with her. I don't know if she's going to be unconscious when Charmaine brings her or if she's going to be awake. And if she is awake, will she be able to put up a fight or not. I don't know what's going to happen with her so I'm better off being prepared.

I looked back at the pitch black room, just in case Teddy got up, and quietly walked over to the safe Teddy kept in the back of the closet. Teddy gave me the combination to the safe a few days ago but I'm only supposed to go in it in case there's an emergency and it's an emergency right now. I twisted the knob on the safe, putting in the correct numbers before it opened up, revealing stacks of money, expensive jewelry, and a gun with a silencer. I took the gun out of the safe and stuffed it into the back of my leggings, just as I felt my phone vibrating against my thigh. A smile formed on my face when I saw the text from Charmaine.

Charmaine: I'm outside with her. I'm coming around the back.

I quietly closed the safe behind myself and walked out of the closet. I looked back at Teddy, who was still knocked out, and part of me wanted to wake him up so he could kill this broad with me but I know I shouldn't. He'll let his feelings get in the way too much. So, instead of taking that risk, I quietly walked out of the master bedroom and felt my way through the dark house. Down every hallway and staircase, my heart was beating out of my chest. I was nervous as hell to be doing this to her, but the majority of me was anxious I was finally getting to fuck this bitch up.

Charmaine stood at the back door with a large black garbage bag behind her that was moving. It had to be Milan, so I pushed the door open and let her in. Charmaine and I drug Milan down the basement steps, and each time she'd slam down on a step, she'd yell for help but nobody in this house is going to help her. The butler is gone for the night and Teddy's too far away to hear anything this bitch is saying, so she's out of luck.

Charmaine and I drug her to the back of the basement and left her laying up against the back wall, still inside of the garbage bag.

"So, what the fuck we gon' do with her?" Charmaine turned to me. "'Cause I'm not the one for all the talking shit. I say we just get this shit over with now."

We were standing right in front of her body and it bought joy to my ears to hear her muffled screams for help. Based on how muffled her voice sounded, she had to have duct tape over her mouth

I smirked. "I say we just off her now. She already knows what she's getting killed for, so there's no need to explain ourselves," I said as I pulled the gun and silencer out of the back of my leggings. I've been dying to get my hands on Milan for years and she already knows I hate her, so there's no need for us to talk anything through. We've had our fair share of run ins with each other, so she should've known what was coming for her the day she said 'I do' to Teddy.

"Damn," Charmaine chuckled as she watched me screw the silencer on to the barrel of the gun. "I ain't know you was with the shits Tori. You must have seen OG Effrin doing this or something 'cause I know Sincere didn't teach you this."

I laughed. "My Daddy taught me how to protect myself."

Once I took the safety off of the gun, I aimed it at Milan's body. I don't know where her head is at but I plan on unloading the whole clip into this bitch so I can make sure she's dead. I took a deep breath as my finger wrapped around the trigger. My heart was beating faster now and my palms were sweating. It had to be adrenaline.

"Kill that whore!" Charmaine exclaimed, and I did. "Do it for my bitch Sincere!"

I unloaded the entire gun on Milan, aiming all over the garbage bag. Each time a bullet came flying out of the barrel, it knocked me off balance but I still kept the gun aimed at Milan. I knew I had to be hitting her since the bag was leaking blood now all over my wood floors. She was still screaming and hollering for help until the last bullet pierced the bag. I guess the last bullet hit her in the head or something because she shut her lying, scheming, pedophile ass up real quickly.

The room was silent now but it was a serene silence. I turned to Charmaine, relieved that Milan was finally out of my life but it felt too good to be true. She was too easy to kill, but she's always been easily so it's understandable. "You know somebody that can clean this up right? I'm talking about the entire house Charmaine. I need this house professionally cleaned several times over. I don't want her finger prints anywhere or yours and I need this fucking blood off of my wood floors. How soon can you get somebody in here?"

"I know a guy that owes me a favor from back in the day. I can give him a call and he'll be over here within an hour. He'll clean and dispose of the body."

I nodded my head. "Good and tell him to burn it, chop it up, and then burn it again. Do whatever it takes to make sure this bitch never comes back."

Charmaine nodded her head. "Alright. I got'chu covered baby."

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I know it's short but how was this chapter? Are the police trying to pin something on Theodore? Should he lay low for awhile or should he take the risk of taking out Adonis? Did Goldie's family really say something about him? Is Goldie wrong to be laughing at him? Was Theodore wrong to choke her the way he did? How do you guys feel about Victoria killing Milan? Did Milan have it coming?