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head when he parked behind Desiree’s car. She must
     not have been too mad, he figured. He locked up Lamar’s car, then walked up to the front door. He punched in the code, then
     stepped inside. The second he closed the door behind him he heard Desiree cursing and yelling. He rolled his eyes and headed
     for the den. He just wanted to get his girl and leave Lamar’s drama-filled crib. But just as he reached the entrance to the
     den, he froze at the sight before him. Desiree had her finger all up in Lamar’s face… who stood butt-ass naked. But what made
     his heart stop was the sight of his girl. Nikki was behind Lamar, clutching Lamar’s shirt over her naked body. He blinked
     as he put two and two together. Mance rushed into the den, pushed Desiree to the side, then hit Lamar with a two piece. Nikki
     screamed as Lamar staggered backward before shaking Mance’s two blows off. She stepped in between the two but Mance punched
     her in the face, knocking her flat on her back. Mance reached for Nikki’s purse, dumped it, then picked up her .38. Desiree
     was about to make her exit when Mance fired a shot over her head. She screamed and fell to the floor. Mance backed up until
     he could cover all three with the .38. Desiree shook with fear. Lamar held up one hand with the other covering his bloody
     mouth. Nikki was still knocked out.
    “This how you gonna fucking do me, Kaseem! Fuck my girl behind my damn back. After all the loyalty I’veshown you… huh? Nigga… I killed a nigga tonight for your bitch ass!”
    “Mance, listen,” Lamar pleaded.
    “SHUT THE FUCK UP, NIGGA!” Mance shouted. He looked down at Nikki’s nude body. His hate for Kaseem rose as visions of them
     fucking popped into his head. He gripped the .38 as tears filled his eyes. He thought about how much he had given Nikki during
     their four-year relationship. How he had never cheated on her, not once.
    Silence ruled the den until Nikki slowly regained consciousness. She rolled to her side, then slowly sat up. Her nose was
     busted. She was fully aware of what had happened. Tears traveled down her face as she looked at Mance. “Baby…” she sobbed.
     “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Her head snapped back as the bullet from the .38 punched her above her right eye. Her body
     remained erect before it fell backward. Desiree screamed as her hands covered her mouth. Lamar just shook his head as the
     blood flowed from Nikki’s head wound. Lamar started to plead his case. His angle was that Nikki wasn’t any good.
    “Yeah, I know,” Mance said coldly. He lowered the .38 and saw Lamar release a deep breath. Lamar stood up but noticed the
     .38 was still aimed at him. Before he realized it, Mance had calmly squeezed off two shots at his groin area. Lamar crumpled,
     howling in torturous pain as he faced a slow death. Desiree’s screams filled Mance’s ears. Everything was moving in slow motion
     for Mance. He got tired of Lamar’s moaning so he shot him twice in the face. He then walked over toward Desiree, steppingover Nikki’s body. Desiree begged and begged for her life. Mance only smiled at her with tears in his eyes.
    Polo and Bizzy had witnessed Mance’s murder spree by peeking through the window. Polo had followed Mance but what he was seeing
     now was something he didn’t want any part of.
    “Let’s go, yo,” Bizzy whispered near Polo’s ear. Polo took that as some good advice but he remained glued to the window when
     Mance pulled his last victim toward the fireplace. He squinted to get a better look.
    “C’mon, Polo!” Bizzy had a touch of urgency in his voice.
    “Wait…” Polo said, pushing Bizzy’s hands from his jacket. “That’s… Ms. Eason! Whut the fuck!”
    “Fuck dat. Let’s be out, yo.”
    Polo ignored Bizzy as he watched Mance place the gun against Desiree’s forehead as she knelt in front of him.
    “Please, Mance,” Desiree sobbed. “I…”
    “Shut up!” Mance said, pressing the .38