“Please don’t hurt me, please,” a squeaky voice pleaded while the owner covered his head in a defensive manner.
Lamar was stunned. He expected a fight but his opponent was now curled up, clearly terrified.
“What the fu*k do you want with her?” he asked, the whole scenario confusing him.
“Nothing, I…I was…I was watching her for you,” the man stuttered. “You can’t trust women these days,” he added.
“What?” Lamar asked. He had never met the man in front of him before, but something was very familiar about him. He was a thin, average-height man who wore all black and had vigilant eyes that kept scanning every direction.
“One day they love you and planing to spend the rest of their life with you, the next they are gone with a hot, loaded celebrity, leaving you angry, depressed and tryi
