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“You were right. This room is making me feel really comfortable,” she said as she slipped her arms around his neck.

 “Mmm, I’m so glad.” He brought his hands up to her face and his left hand held a gun that he pressed to the bottom of her chin.

 Angel gasped and dropped her purse beside the bed. “Wh-what are you doing? What have I done?”

 “Do you think I’m stupid? No, does Blaze think I’m stupid?” he growled at her.

 Angel swallowed loudly. “I-I don’t understand. I don’t know any Blaze. What are you talking about?”

 “Don’t give me that bullshit!” he said pressing the gun so it lifted her head up.

 She squeezed her eyes together standing perfectly still as he barked at her. He stood up and pushed her to the side.

 “Sit down.”

 She sat heavily with a sigh, not saying a word. Tyrone spoke hurriedly as he paced the floor waving the gun.

 “You know, I had heard about Blaze’s Black Widows. My boy told me he kept the finest women in Gary on his payroll to get close to the men he couldn’t get close to himself. The women fuck them and then Blaze fucks them over! I didn’t think it would be someone I knew, someone that looked like you.” He slowed his pacing to a stop and gave her a sharp look, moving closer to her.

 “Well that shits not going to happen to me. You got that!” he yelled in her face as he pushed the gun against her temple. “I’m not going out like that!” He resumed his pacing.

 She closed her eyes and spoke slowly. “Ty, please, I don’t know anyone name Blaze and I don’t know anything about any black widows. I mean, aren’t those spiders?”

 “Don’t play stupid with me! You don’t think I know who you are, but I remember you.” He stopped pacing again and stood before her. “Your name ain’t no damn Lena! It’s Angie or something like that. I used to kick it with your sister a few years back. Yeah, you was just a kid back then.”

 Angie held her hands up in surrender. “You’re right, you’re right, Ty. I’m sorry I lied to you. My name is Angie. I didn’t think you would remember me so I told you a fake name to get with you. I didn’t want you to think I was still the kid that you remember.”

 “Well, I can see that you ain’t no kid…especially in that dress.”

 Angel stood slowly and peeled the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders. She kept her eyes on Tyrone as he openly ogled her. The feel of his eyes on her made her skin crawl. It was easy to follow them as they moved over her newly exposed skin. He lowered his arm so that the gun hung lazily over his crotch. He rubbed it across the growing bulge in his pants as he watched her dress fall from her shoulders. Angel slowly wiggled the dress over her round hips until it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the garment and stood before him in a black lacy bra that gave her cleavage an extra boost and satiny black panties that helped accentuate her curves.

 “I grew up Ty,” she said softly. “While I was home I wanted to see if I could get another chance with you. No strings attached, of course.”

 Tyrone stared at her for a while with his mouth moving but no words coming forth. Angel slowly moved closer.

 “Please Tyrone. I still want to be with you. I want to know if Gary men still got it going on,” she said with a seductive smile. Angel boldly groped his blatant erection. “Come back to the bed with me.”

 She led Tyrone to the bed and sat him down. Standing with her breast in his face, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders again.

 “Now, where were we?”

 Tyrone returned the gun to the bottom of her jaw. “We were right about here.

 She stared down at him silently slowly pressing her breast forward.

 “If I get the tiniest hint that you are working for Blaze I’m gonna blow your damn head off. You got that?”

 “I swear, Ty, I’m not here for anyone named Blaze. I’m here for you,” she explained caressing his face.