Chapter 19 Aviana Scott #2
This morning, I let her sleep in since I had been keeping her busy fucking her all over the island.
I stood at the edge of the pool outside our private villa with the morning sun warming my dark skin.
The sound of the water lapping gently against the side of the pool was a soothing background to my conversation with Taye.
“Shit is getting real with the Urban Enforcers. Fury’s girlfriend got caught in a shootout last night. She didn’t make it.”
“Damn. That’s rough,” I replied, pushing off the edge of the pool and beginning to pace.
“I’m worried he might try to rob us. He’s desperate, and you know how these guys get when they lose someone close to them. They lash out.” Taye paused and took a deep, anxious breath. “I don’t want him coming for you.”
I smirked a little. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ve got our security team on high alert. You know they’re like hawks, man. Plus, the warehouse is well hidden. If Fury thinks he can pull something, he’s in for a rude awakening.”
“Just watch your back, ah ight? You know how these streets are. Desperation makes people do crazy shit.”
“I feel you. But we’re good. That motherfucka isn’t clever enough to get past our team.”
As Taye wrapped up the call, I walked toward the villa.
The moment I entered, I was met by the sheer luxury of the place.
It was massive, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the sunlight.
The living room flowed into the dining area.
It was decorated with dope, luxurious furnishings and decor.
It was extravagant as hell, almost too much for just the two of us.
As I made my way through the villa, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, leading me to the kitchen.
The private chef was hard at work, cooking up a storm.
He glanced up at me and gave me a nod with a friendly smile before turning back to the sizzling pans.
Just then, Aviana emerged from the hallway.
She looked like a vision even in her sleepy state.
Her hair was a tousled mess, falling perfectly around her face, and she wore a silky, short robe that barely covered the beautiful curves I couldn’t get enough of.
I felt my breath catch for a moment, admiring how effortlessly stunning she looked.
She rubbed her eyes, still waking up, and in that instant, I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be—right beside her, in this slice of paradise.
I walked over to where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Buenos días,” she greeted the cook.
He turned toward her, smiling. “Buenos días.”
I gently took her hand and led her toward the patio door.
“Where are we going?” she sleepily mumbled.
“Just follow me.”
I led her out to the balcony where we had been spending most of our mornings.
Without saying a word, I pulled a small speaker from my pocket and connected it to my phone.
I found a song that always took her back to simpler times, back when we were young and the world wasn’t as complicated.
As the first few notes played, I watched her eyes light up as a small smile curved her lips.
“May I have this dance?” I asked, taking her hand in mine.
She laughed softly, nodding as I pulled her closer.
We started to sway gently to the rhythm.
My arms wrapped around her, holding her like I never wanted to let go.
I whispered the lyrics in her ear, just loud enough for her to hear, and I felt her relax completely in my arms. It was just us, moving slowly under the morning sun with the sound of waves crashing in the background.
I held her tighter, resting my forehead against hers. “I’m gonna make sure you feel like this every day, Avi—safe, loved, and appreciated…like the queen you are.”
She looked up at me, her eyes shining, and I knew right then that this was real, and I was going to do whatever it took to keep her feeling like this, like she was my everything. Because she was.
DAMAR SCOTT
A week later, I was sitting across from Detectives Harris and Randall in that cold visitation room.
Bradley sat beside me. The room was bare—just a metal table and a couple of chairs bolted to the floor.
I was sweating. My mind was racing, wondering if I was really about to do this.
But then I thought about being stuck in this hellhole, surrounded by the 111 Boyz for a year or more while a trial dragged on.
The thought made my stomach churn. I couldn’t go through that.
I wasn’t built for that life. So, I knew what I had to do.
Detective Harris leaned forward, his eyes never leaving mine.
He looked like he’d seen a lot in his years and I wasn’t about to surprise him with anything I had to say.
Randall, on the other hand, was almost too calm.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small recorder.
She turned it on, and the red light blinked to life.
“All right, Damar,” Harris said, flipping open his notepad. His pen was ready to take notes. “Let’s hear it.”
I slowly turned my head, looking at Bradley. He nodded, giving me a nonverbal signal to proceed.
I took a deep breath as my hands clenched and unclenched under the table. “Okay. I’m gonna tell y’all everything.”
Harris nodded, his eyes steady on me, while Randall sat back, letting the recorder do the work. “We’re listening,” Harris said.
“I was having an affair with Mia.” I could hear my voice shaking and could feel the room getting smaller with every word.
“I taught her how to embezzle from Dream Realty. She didn’t know shit about that kind of thing until I showed her how to do it.
It was supposed to be just a little hustle on the side, something to put a few extra dollars in our pockets.
But then she started getting greedy. She wanted more money and more of my time.
When she found out she was pregnant, she saw it as her ticket to lock me down.
She wanted me to leave Aviana. After she was arrested, she told me that she was going to tell Aviana everything because she was convinced that Aviana had snitched.
But it was me. I made the anonymous tip to the twins at Dream Realty because I was trying to get rid of her. ”
Randall shifted in her seat, leaning forward a bit. “What happened next, Damar?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the pressure of their stares.
“When she picked up her phone to call Aviana, I knew she would really do it. I knew I had to do something to stop her. I couldn’t let her ruin everything I had, so I killed her in an apartment we would sneak off to.
This was the night that she got fired from Dream Realty. ”
“How did you get her out of the building?” Harris asked.
“In the suitcase she was found in.” I waited for them to respond with disdain or surprise at my actions, but their expressions remained stoic, as if they had heard this all before. “Somehow, the anchor I had tied to it must have come loose, and it floated to the surface.”
“Go on,” Randall pressed.
“After I killed her, I pretended to be her to make it seem like she was still alive.” The words came out in a rush, almost like I was trying to push them away from me. “I started texting Aviana, making it look like it was Mia sending those threatening messages.”
Randall raised an eyebrow, finally speaking. “So, you were the one behind the car and the fire?”
I nodded. “I paid some chick to do it. I just wanted to make it seem like Mia was still alive.”
Randall clicked off the recorder. They stayed silent for so long, as if they couldn’t believe the lengths to which I had gone.
“You’re looking at a long time, Damar,” she said, almost like she was reminding me of the fate I’d just sealed with my own words.
“I don’t care,” I replied, staring down at the table. “I just can’t be in here for a year, maybe more, fighting for my life every day. At least this way, I got a chance.”
The detectives exchanged a glance, and I knew they had what they needed.
My confession was out there now, and there was no taking it back.
But at least, maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to survive prison without fearing for my life every day, even if it meant doing time for the rest of it.
Anything was better than rotting in this place with a target on my back.