The Blazz'n Truth..

Dakota Blaqq wasn’t your average private investigator. Sure, she had a license, a loaded Glock in her glove compartment, and a smartphone full of shady contacts. But Dakota also ran a cannabis-friendly clothing line called *BlazzUp Boutique* and had a booming following on TikTok, where she spilled tea and smoked weed while giving life advice under the hashtag #HighStandards. She lived by her motto: "Stay lifted, stay woke."

It was a quiet Thursday when a woman named Trina Harris walked into her office. Trina was tall, blonde, and nervous, fidgeting with the gold chain around her neck like it held the answers. Dakota, exhaling a thick cloud of Kush smoke, raised an eyebrow and offered her a seat.

"So who are we testing today?" Dakota asked, reaching for her glass ashtray.

"My husband, Malcolm," Trina said. "He's been coming home late, hiding his phone, and taking two showers a day."

"Two showers? Definitely suspicious. You want me to flirt with him, see if he bites?"

Trina nodded. "I want to know if he would cheat. I need to know before I decide to stay."

Dakota smirked. "You came to the right one, honey."

**Chapter Two: The Smooth Talker**

Malcolm Harris was a finance bro with a fade so sharp it could slice bread and a mouth full of compliments. Dakota tracked him down at his favorite cigar lounge. She walked in wearing a deep red jumpsuit that hugged her curves and a BlazzUp Boutique bomber jacket embroidered with the phrase, *"Catch Flights Not Feelings."*

She sat beside him, ordered a whiskey neat, and pulled out her vape pen.

"Is that Blueberry Kush?" Malcolm asked, clearly intrigued.

"Sure is," Dakota replied, grinning. "Wanna hit?"

They talked for over an hour. Malcolm flirted, complimented her style, and even asked if she had a boyfriend. But when she offered to go back to her place, he paused.

"You're fine as hell, but I'm married. I can't do that."

Dakota nodded, stood up, and dropped her business card on the table. "Tell Trina she married a unicorn."

Back in her office, Trina cried happy tears. Dakota passed her a tissue and a joint. "Wanna celebrate?"

**Chapter Three: The Pastor's Wife**

Just when Dakota thought she’d seen it all, in walked Marcus Bell, a church deacon with a mission from God. His wife, Yvonne, was the choir director and apparently singing more than gospel behind closed doors.

"I want to know who she's sleeping with," Marcus said, eyes filled with shame and pain. "I think it's someone from the church."

"Say less," Dakota said, already intrigued. Nothing like holy drama to spice up a case.

She tailed Yvonne for three days. The woman was clever, but Dakota was cleverer. On a rainy Friday night, Yvonne pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript hotel on the edge of town. Dakota waited.

An hour later, a man exited the hotel room. Dakota zoomed in with her camera. It wasn’t the pastor. It wasn’t the youth minister.

It was the drummer.

The footage hit Marcus like a sermon from hell. He thanked Dakota, then asked if she could recommend a divorce lawyer. She lit a joint in response.

"I gotchu."

**Chapter Four: The Trap Queen Test**

One of Dakota's wildest cases started with a DM. Kiana, a local rapper’s girlfriend, wanted to test if her man Rico was loyal. Rico was blowing up on social media, and women were swarming.

"I need you to act like a groupie and see if he folds," Kiana wrote.

Dakota had her reservations. Groupie culture wasn’t her vibe. But a \$5,000 retainer changed her mind.

She hit Rico's next show in a cropped BlazzUp Boutique tee and denim cut-offs. Rico spotted her from the stage, and after the show, his manager invited her to the green room.

"You smoke?" Rico asked, offering her a blunt.

"Only if it’s gas."

They smoked, laughed, and took selfies. When Dakota leaned in close and whispered, "Let's take this back to my place," Rico hesitated. Then he laughed.

"Nah, shawty. Kiana got my heart. You fine, but I ain’t dumb."

Dakota walked away with a full memory card and a newfound respect for Rico.

**Chapter Five: The Double Life**

Dakota's next client was a man named Julian. His wife, Serena, was acting brand new since she started working for a tech company. Designer clothes. Last-minute trips. Silent phone.

"I think she’s seeing someone else. I need you to follow her."

Dakota agreed. What she found was shocking.

Serena wasn’t just cheating. She had a whole second identity.

During the day, she was a mild-mannered marketing manager. At night, she hosted a secret podcast under the alias *Miss Moan.* Her co-host? Her lover—a woman named Lexi.

Dakota captured photos, audio clips, and enough proof to blow Julian’s mind.

"She’s not cheating with a man?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Nope," Dakota said, lighting her blunt. "But she’s definitely cheating."

**Chapter Six: Enemies in High Places**

Dakota was in the middle of sewing a new set of crop hoodies when she got a call from an anonymous number. The voice was disguised.

"There’s a politician’s wife. She’s sleeping with her driver. The Senator wants proof but can't be connected. You in?"

Money talks. Dakota listened.

She tailed the wife for two weeks. The driver, a young man with a baby face and a body carved by gym hours, was always around. Eventually, Dakota got her shot: a hidden camera in a luxury suite, where the wife and the driver got a little too comfortable.

The footage rocked the Senator’s world. He never contacted Dakota again, but she got paid in full, plus a generous bonus.

She spent it on new sewing machines and a weekend retreat in the mountains with her favorite strains.

**Chapter Seven: Smoke, Lies, and Hashtags**

Dakota sat back in her office, feet on the desk, joint in hand, scrolling through DMs full of potential clients. Her work wasn’t done. Not in a world full of secrets, lies, and people too curious to look the other way.

Her phone buzzed. Another message. Another case.

"My name is Shari. I think my fiancé is cheating. I saw him watching your videos and he said you were just some influencer. I want to hire you."

Dakota smiled, eyes twinkling behind her rose-tinted glasses.

"Let’s see if he’s ready to meet me in real life."

She crushed fresh herb into her rolling tray and lit up.

Another day, another blaze of truth.