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, even though I had a suspicion he already knew the answer. He was just as close to Gina’s family as he was to mine, maybe even closer. There was no way he was back and hadn’t seen or heard about at least one of them. They covered an entire floor of the projects , a nd they loved to talk - especially about somebody else’s business.
     
    “Ain’t nobody thinkin’ bout that rat , ” Marco answered the question for me.
     
    He , too , had fucked Gina - along with Pee-Wee and half the other niggas in the hood. At nineteen , -/span> , he hit the block and earned the money to pay for them. Without a scholarship , he didn’t have many options.
     
    I hushed the entire room as a reporter interrupted with breaking news : 2-Pac had been shot. We all fell silent. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The reporter went on to say that Pac was shot four times coming from the same fight we ’ d just been watching. The mood in the room was somber. For us, t he day Pac got shot was like the day JFK got shot for white folks : e verybody remembered where they were and what they were doing.
     
    “Well , fellas,” Ren said, standing to his feet. “I'd love to stay here and kick it with my niggas a li ’ l longer , but I got this li ’ l fine - ass bitch ova on N ineteenth waitin ’ to get dicked down , ” h e bragged. “I’ll holla at you lata , man.”
     
    He gave me a strong pat on the back , then swiped his car keys off the coffee table and headed for the door.
     
    I didn’t even respond. I couldn’t ; t here was too much on my mind. Jazz was out driving my truck, wearing a dress I paid for - and I didn’t even know for sure who she was with. On top of all that , my favorite rapper gets shot. I know I didn’t know Pac personally, but his music was a part of me. He was the only person alive that I felt got my pain. His lyrics mirrored my life. “So Many Tears” was my anthem. I lived that shit ; e very single line described either my past or my present. There was even a reference to my situation with Jazz . I hated thinkin g about her that way , but I was too high to help it. The girl was too damn fine for her own good - h ow was I supposed to trust her alone? It was all good when I was there to keep my eye on her, but I had no clue how she acted when I wasn’t around. Maybe the old saying was true : m aybe you couldn’t turn a hoe into a housewife.
     
    “Boss, I know you love that girl like a muthafucka - but just be careful , ” Marco began to feed my paranoia even further . “Listen to yo big cuzz ; y o man Ren’s crooked , and yo girl might be , too.” He said what he had to say and didn’t speak another word on the subject for the entire time he was there. Marco wasn’t the type to preach ; h e was just looking out for his little cousin. We ’ d all been through a lot, but he knew I was never the same after my mother committed suicide. I wouldn’t let myself be close to anyone anymore, not even Marco and Pee-Wee ; t hat changed , though,
in the few months I was with Jazz. Marco thought she was good for me ; h e just hoped her intentions were good as well.
     
    Marco and Pee-Wee stayed around for another few hours. Once they were gone , I was left alone with a mess to clean up and all kinds of crazy thoughts running around in my head. The weed usually calmed me down, but in that moment it was having the opposite effect. I couldn't stop imagining Jasmine with Ren. I pictured his hands all over her body, the same body I held every night, the one I made love to every morning. Making love was another new one for me. I got pissed at myself for letting that bitch turn me out. She made me fall in love with her scandalous ass, but I couldn’t even be mad at her ; I knew what she was when I started fucking with her. That was my bad ...t he next time I ’ d know better.
     
     

Chapter 11
     

    “Boss, wake up.” Jasmine’s voice brought me out of my sleep. “Baby, go get in the bed ‘fore you get