CHAPTER FOURTEENThursday night
Pain played the shadows, watching Treasure step out of her chauffer driven limousine in front of the W hotel. He watched as her bodyguard ushered her through a crowd of fans asking for autographs and the paparazzi who were snapping photographs. Treasure stopped the bodyguard short and signed a few autographs. She signed her John Hancock on six of them before she was being ushered away again by her hired hand. As the songstress was pulled along across the threshold by the bodyguard, his suit jacket flew open. For the brief moment that it flapped in the wind, it exposed the forty-five automatic handgun he had in his holster. From the expression on his face, Pain knew that he was the type of nigga that would shoot first and ask questions last. He had only had w
