APPARENTLY SLUMMING IT WAS THE NEW TREND. NOT ONLY HAD THE BOYS BACK HOME FALLEN FOR SOMEONE IN A LOWER CLASS, BUT SO DID I. THE DIFFERENCE WAS, I WOULDN’T CATER TO HIS PITY PARTY. I’D FIND MY MAN AND ELEVATE HIM UP TO THE STATUS HE SHOULD HAVE. EVEN IF I HAD TO BEAT HIS ASS ALL THE WAY THERE. EXCEPT IT WASN’T CHASE MATHERS I FOUND IN THAT HOTEL ROOM. SOMEONE ELSE HAD TAKEN OVER HIS BODY. IF HE WANTED TO TRY AND PUSH ME AWAY THAT WAS FINE. I’D TAKE HIS ANGER AND HATRED AND SHOVE IT RIGHT BACK DOWN HIS THROAT. SOMEONE HAD TO HAVE THE BALLS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND CLEARLY CHASE HAD LOST HIS. MY BROTHER DESTROYED ME ONCE. WITH ONE PRESS OF A BUTTON HE CAST ME DOWN IN A DEEP DARK HOLE OF GUILT AND REGRET. BUT WHEN HE WENT AFTER MY GIRL AND NIECE… NOW MY ONLY GOAL WAS FILLING THAT HOLE WITH THE BODIES OF HIS MEN. EACH REAPER I DROPPED DOWN THERE BROUGHT ME CLOSER TO THE THREE NAMES AT THE TOP OF MY LIST. THERE WAS ONLY ONE THING GETTING IN MY WAY. NAOMI FUCKING PRESCOTT. NO MATTER WHAT I DID TO HER SHE WOULDN’T LEAVE ME ALONE. DIDN’T SHE GET IT? THERE WAS NO BRINGING BACK THE MAN SHE CARED ABOUT. CHASE MATHERS WAS DEAD. I AM SPIDER.