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redirected my attention to Kali.
    “Go upstairs and make sure that nigga Vaughn not in my house.” I told him.
    “I’m sorry, man. For real.”
    As he was walking up the stairs Herb said, “We gotta get rid of that nigga, Jace. He a liability.”
    Kali’s footsteps stopped and we all looked at Herb crazy. If Kali heard him it could cause a serious fight on top of everything else we had going on down here. But when he continued to walk up the stairs, I knew he didn’t hear him.
    With Kali gone I took the tape off of Bam’s mouth and tried to talk some sense into him.
    “Please...Let me daughter go! Please don’t hurt her no more.”
    “I don’t wanna hurt her, but I need to know where my product is. You stealin' from me made shit hot with my peeps and now I owe. Where my shit and I’ll let you go. Both of you.”
    “I don’t know.” He sobbed. “On my life I would tell you if I knew.”
    I looked at my men and knew we were all thinking the same thing. He was telling the truth. Problem was, it ain’t matter. I put the tape back on his mouth and tried to get my mind together.
    If I didn’t kill this nigga, and his kid too, I was gonna lose respect from my squad and my pops. I never took a life before, and I ain’t wanna start today. I decided to walk away from the situation for a moment and consult with the one person I could always count on.
     

Southeast, Washington, DC
    Five-Year Pussy Plan
    Harmony Phillips
     
    We had been in class for a minute and already I was irritated. And fuck Woodson High School, fuck the student body staff and teachers. I’m all about getting mine and school was blockin’ my style. That’s why I told people it was my last day even though they thought I was bullshitting.
    I was sitting between Constance and Trip, two chicks I kicked it with every now and again when for real all I wanted to do was get out of class, get a bottle of vodka, smoke and fuck. But the clock was taking its sweet time to tick by.
    “Did ya’ll hear about that girl…The one who was kidnapped from school the other day?” Constance asked. “They saying some dude took her when she went to the bathroom.”
    “From where?” I asked going through my MCM bag.
    “I think it was from Nalle Elementary.”
    “Damn! How did he do that?”
    “I don’t know…but they testing for fingerprints now.” Constance continued opening her book bag.
    “Ya’ll coming to my party right?” Ebony asked standing over top of us when the bell rang for class to began. “It’s gonna be like that.”
    I peeped the gold hoop earrings with the word Princess in the middle she was wearing. My daddy use to call me princess all the time and they reminded me of him.
    “Nice earrings.” I said.
    “Girl, my father gave them to me. I swear that man loves me to death.”
    I felt a hollow emptiness in my stomach and tried to push it down. I didn’t know what the feeling was, all I knew was that it hurt.
    Ebony lived in Northwest D.C. and should not have even been going to our school. But her cousin went here, and she was so pressed to be near her that she used her address.
    “Ebony, I realize you want to start your birthday early, but class has started. So please take a seat,” the teacher said. A few people laughed and then eventually settled down.
    “Ya’ll going to Ebony’s cookout this weekend?” Constance whispered. “She said she gonna have mad smoke there, too.”
    Constance was kinda cute, short and light skin with a lot of freckles on her face. She kept her hair slicked back with a rack of gel in it. She had big titties and a loud mouth to go with it. And because she couldn’t talk low, she stayed getting us in trouble with the teachers at school.
    “If her party is anything like her party last year, you know I’m in there! And I ain’t got no more money for no smoke either!” Trip laughed.
    Trip was average looking but she always knew where to score money for some smoke, which is why I kept her around. At