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to
grab them.
    “What’s good, bro?” I
embraced Ace.
    “Same-o, same-o,” he
said. I grabbed the suitcases and headed back to my truck with them. “You need
some help, cuzz?” he joked. It was good to see his sense of humor didn’t go
anywhere.
    “I got it, nigga. Is
this it?”
    “Yeah, bro.”
    His chick helped him
down the steps and in the truck, and he told her goodbye.
    “That nigga didn’t need
no help,” I said to her.
    “Whatever, Spade,” she
said. “Bye, babe.” She kissed Ace hard.
    “A’ight, lil’ mama,” he
said to her.
     
    ***
     
    “You call?” I asked.
    “Yeah, I called. I was just
seeing what was up wit’ you,” Casey said.
    “Out bustin’ moves.
What’s good?”
    “I was just wondering,
if you weren’t busy later, could you stop by?”
    “I’ll see. Let me call
you in a minute. Text me the address.”
    “A’ight, Spade,” she
said excitedly.
    I ain’t gon’ front, I
missed her. I sort of felt her when she told me why
she wasn’t there for me. She couldn’t handle riding a bit. She was too young.
    I was on my way to
Sonya’s house. Ace was at my crib; I told him he could invite Ashley over if he
wanted to. I really didn’t want her to know where I stayed, but I trusted Ace’s
judgment. She had been by his side since he got shot, obeying his every
command. She seemed like a real stomp-down.
    It was getting kind of
late and I needed to purchase some Remy before I made it to Sonya’s. I stopped
at 7-Eleven on 107 th Street. As I was walking into the store, a red
Monte Carlo pulled up blasting Messy Marv’s “You
Gotta Pay Me.”
    “Let me get a pint of
Remy,” I told the cashier.
    Two young brothas
walked in sporting black hoodies. I noticed red ropes in their shoes, and they
both mugged me. The cashier looked nervous. These lil’ niggas is silly, I thought.
    The cashier set the
bottle on the counter. “Will that be all, sir?”
    “Yeah.” I paid him and
headed out.
    Curly and Moe came out
behind me. And I noticed they didn’t buy anything.
    When I got in my truck
I popped the standard clip out of my Glock and slapped the thirty-rounder in. I
started my engine and backed out. As I exited the parking lot and headed up
Blue Ridge, the Monte followed me.
    I took the first left
into a residential area. So did they. I slammed on my brakes, parked and hopped
out on them, started firing immediately.
    BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
    The driver tried to
reverse his whip. I kept firing.
    BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
    He smacked a parked
car. Pussies , I thought to myself.
    I jumped in my truck
and drove off, headed to Sonya’s. Them little niggas had to be jack-boys, I
assumed.
    I had to wake they game
up, though.

CHAPTER 9
     
    I made it to her house, where she and
Nicole were stretched out ass naked on the bed. The room smelled like pussy and
purp.
    They were still sleeping
when I jumped out the shower. I quickly got dressed because I had to meet up
with Maria to discuss some business.
    I left and jumped on
435 North. On the way there, Maria called my phone.
    “I was just on the way
to yo house,” I said.
    “No, Spade.” Her voice
was shaky. “Don’t come here.”
    “What’s wrong, baby?”
    “My father knows about
us. He said he’s going to kill you.”
    “Stop playin’ wit’ me,
man. Pops better sit his ass down.”
    “You don’t understand,
baby,” she said just above a whisper. “He’s well connected. I gotta go.”
    She hung up.
    I looked at my phone
screen in disbelief. Me and that bitch were like Clyde and Bonnie. She said her
pops only wanted her to fuck with Mexicans, but damn. The man was threatening
my life. I had to find out who he was.
    I re-routed and headed
to my spot. When I walked in, Ace and Ashley were watching TV, smoking
something tropical. I greeted them both and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed a
bottle of Remy and sat my ass down. I had to think.
    Maria made all my
moves. Her pops was fucking with my timetable. Maybe it was a sign to