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bChapter /bb17/bb: /bbThe /bbMeeting/b.

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Tillman sat inside the coffee shop located in the outskirts of Bridgeton waiting for Vanessa bto /bbarrive/b. The time bwas /balready 4:45pm and he was starting to think she would stand him up.

i‘/iiWhere /iithe /iifuck /iis she!! biIf /i/bishe’s /iithinking /iabout ifucking /ime over!!!‘

Panic began to seep into his chest as he continued to look at the coffee shop entrance. He’d already tried calling her twice on the burner number, but that line was no longer in service, and she wasn’t answering the number she’d called him from earlier that dayb. /bTaking another sip of coffee, Tillman decided to leave.

“iFuck /iithis/i. biIf /i/bianything /iihappens /iiI’ll /iijust /iitell /ithem iall /ishe ipaid /iime/ii…./ior imaybe /iI ishould /iijust /iget iin /ifront iof /iit.”

Tillman reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB. The day he met Vanessa for the first time; he wasn’t bsure /bif she was being truthful or trying to set him up. It was already an open–secret regarding Tillman and many of the women at the State Prison. The only reason he wasn’t in jail yet was because many of the women he’d brutalized were terrified of him and had little to no resources. But Josie was different, if the brother truly had begun investigating…that would mean she would have the support of the Taylor family, and his life would be over.

Tillman dropped a few dors on the table for a tip and headed towards the exit. Just as he was about to leave, Vanessa walked in with her neatly arched brows furrowed as she scanned the shop looking for him. Once their eyes met, a surge of annoyance seeped through her appearance. Tillman rolled his eyes and made his way back to the café

table.

Scoffing, he took his seat. fn4d77 Newest update provided by find~novel/fn4d77

“Took iyou /iilong enough/ii…/iithought /iI isaid /i4:00.”

Vanessa looked at Tillman with pure disgust. She then lifted arge ck duffle and mmed it on the table.

“iYou /iitold /iime /iito /ibring a imillion /iifucking /iidors/ii! /iiDo /iiyou /iihave /iiany /iiidea /ihow ihard /iithat /iiwas/i!”

Vanessa seethed bas /bshe watched Tillman smile smugly and grab the bad.

“A ilittle /irich ibitch /iiprincess /iilike /iiyou/i…isurely /ia imillion /iwasn’t ihard /iito /iifind/ii./i”

Vanessa rolled her eyes and took a seat.

“iWhatever/i. Look, you got your money…now get out of town.”

Tillman stayed silent for a moment. He was getting irritated with Vanessa’s attitude. It wasn’t like he could simply drop his entire life and leave.

“iWhat /iithe /iihell /iihappened/i! I ithought /iyou said they wouldn’t care what happens to her! Now iall /iiof /iisudden /iI-i” /i

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“This iis /iiall /iiyour /iifucking /iifault/ii!!/i”

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Tillman’s eyes widen in shock. Just what the hell was she talking about! All he did was perform the job she paid him

to do.

i“/iiJust /iiwhat /iithe /iifuck /iiare /iiyou /iitalking /iiabout/i! iI /iidid /iiexactly /iiwhat /iyou askedi!/ii” /i

Tillman’s voice started to rise; causing other customers to watch. Vanessa looked around the café nervously; the bst /bthing she needed was to end up on social media arguing with Tillman. Leaning forwardb, /bshe spoke in a low tone so that only he could hear.

“iOkay you /iineed /iito /iiget /iiyour /ivoice idown/ii! /iListen….iI /iitold /iiyou /ito make iher /iilife /iihell/ii…/iiyes/ii! /iiBut /iiyou /iitook /iit too bifar /i/bAND you ileft /iievidence/ii! /iSo YOU ifucked /iithis /iiup/ii!/ii” /i

Vanessa was fuming; none of this would have happened if Tillman hadn’t been so sloppy; and she wasn’t about to let some low–ss piece of shit correction’s officer insult her. She was Vanessa Fucking Taylor! Besides, none of this was her fault. She had every right to protect what’s hers. Cutting her eyes at Tillman, Vanessa stood to leave. Putting her sunsses back on, she spoke in a menacing tone.

i“/iiI /iidon’t /iigive /ia ishit /ihow iyou /ido iit/ii…/iibut /iiyou /ineed to leave. iAnd /iiif /iiyou /ilike ibreathing/i…I isuggest you /ido iit /iiquickly/i. iMy /iiversion /ibof /bievents /iiwill /iibe /iibetter /iithan /iiyours/ib./bb” /b

Before Tillman could respond she leaned into Tillman’s ear whispering in a sardonic tone.

i“/iiIf /iithey /iiwere /iiwilling /ito isend /iitheir /iiown /iidaughter /iito /iiprison /ifor ime/ii…/iiwhat /iido /iiyou /iithink /iithey’ll /ido ito /iiyou/ii./ii” /i

The blood began to drain from Tillman’s face. Vanessa was right, if they did something like that to a family member, there was no way they’d spare him. Standing nervously, he ced another tip on the table and nodded in agreement

to Vanessa.

“I’ll ileave /iiTaylor/ibi, /i/bibut /iiyou /iibetter /iimake /iidamn /iisure your /iibrother /iistays /iioff /iimy /iass! iBecause /iI idon’t /iigive /ia shit ihow /iimuch /iiyour /iifamily /iiloves /iiyou/ii…/iiif /iiI /iigo /idown…iYOU /iigo /iidown/i…”

Tillman couldn’t see it; but Vanessa’s eyes were filled with fright. This little act she was putting on…her mask was starting to slip. Everything was now on the line…she was this close to being the official heiress of the Taylor empire…she wasn’t about to let Josie or Tillman fuck it up.

As they both bleft /bthe café, someone who had been watching them the entire time was taking pictures. After watching both parties leaveb, /bbthe /bperson pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.

“Yes Mr. Taylor…iyou /iiwere /iiright/i. iShe /idide here to meet someone.”

After several moments of silence, the person on the other line spoke.

“Send me ithe /ipictures and keep an eye on her until she arrives back home.”

Click.

18:00 bThu/bb, /bbSep /bb25 /b

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Jamie Taylor sat at his desk with a troubled expression. Before Ness leftb, /bhe saw her standing outside of Christian’s door listening in before rushing back to her own room. Curious, he followed her. That’s when he overheard her yelling at someone on the phone. Shortly after, she’d asked their father to allow her a million dor limit so that she could purchase some items from an auction outside of the city. A weird feeling came over Jamie. Vanessa had been acting strange after the drama with Josie. When she saw that report, he wasn’t sure why…but it looked bas /bif she were expecting the information more so than being surprised. A dark feeling wasing over Jamie…it felt as bif /ba storm wasing and he wouldn’t be able to stop it.

Josie was at her desk drawing more sketches when Marlon came home. She’d already made dinner for themb, /bsome homemade chicken cheese stuffed ravioli with a garden sd.

“iHey /iJosiei…/iidid /iiyou /imake idinner/ii?/ib” /b

Josie closed her sketch pad and smiled at Marlon.

i“/iiI /iidid/ii! /iI made some ichicken /iistuffed /iiravioli/i. iHey/i…iyou’re /iihome /iiearly/i.”

Marlon nervously rubbed the back of his head.

bi“/i/biYeah/ii…/iiabout /iithat/i…idid /iiyou /imake ienough /iifor /iia /iiguest/ii?/ii” /i

Josie stared at her cousin with a puzzled expression; however, just before she could ask him what he meant, Joshua Watson walked into the room.

With a bright smile on his face,

“Nice to ifinally /iimeet /iiyou /iiMs. /iiJosie /iiTaylor/i.”

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