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feeling good, they made dumb bets, Carter not caring how much he spent, but the young lady watching every dollar that the dealers trapped up.
    “Seven out!” the dealer called. The enthusiasm had left his voice, and it was apparent that everyone at the table was exhausted.
    “Looks like your luck has run out.” The girl leaned against the table. She faced him, her head cocked to the side, her eyes low and sexy from the effects of the liquor.
    “I guess so,” he replied as he stepped to her, closing the space between them. “You all right. You look a little tipsy.”
    The girl smiled seductively and answered, “Just a little bit, but I’m good. I didn’t come here alone. My girls are around here somewhere. This was fun. Thanks for the drinks.”
    As she began to walk away, Carter gently grabbed her forearm. “Aye, hold up,” he stated softly. He reached into his Prada pockets and pulled out a wad of money. He peeled off twenty hundred-dollar bills and opened the girl’s hand to put them inside.
    “What are you doing?” Her eyes opened wide in surprise. “I can’t take this.”
    “Whenever you’re in my presence, everything’s on me. That should make up for what you lost, even though it wasn’t yours to begin with.” He rubbed her hand before letting it go.
    “A’ight, I see you,” she replied with a laugh. She threw the money onto the dice table.
    “What you doing, ma?”
    She put her hands to her lips as if to shush him and then told the dealers to put it all in the field. She picked up the dice, tossed them down the table.
    “Two field bet two !” the dealer yelled in excitement, amazed at the young woman’s luck. “Double the payout.”
    Carter shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that the girl had just put two stacks on such a dumb bet. The payout was lovely.
    She picked up six thousand dollars from the table and handed him back three thousand. “I make my own ends, but it’s nice to know that there are gentlemen still out here.”
    Before she could walk away, Carter said to her, “I didn’t get your name, shorty.”
    She brought her lips close to his ear. “That’s because I didn’t give it to you. If you’re worth getting to know me, I’ll see you again,” she replied with a smile as she walked away from him.
    “Miamor, who da fuck is da fine-ass nigga you were kicking game to?” Aries asked as she sat in the backseat of the Honda Civic.
    “Aries, shut up. Wasn’t nobody kicking game to nobody. I wasn’t worried about that nigga. Y’all bitches just don’t know how to tail a mu’fucka without being all obvious. Our mark was at the crap table in the upstairs VIP. I just chose the table that gave me a nice view to the stairway, so I’d know who was coming and going. Dude was just a prop to make it realistic. My eye never left the prize,” Miamor replied, making sure that she kept her eye on the allblack Lamborghini that was three car lengths in front of her.
    “I don’t know, Mia. It looked to me like you were checking for him,” Robyn teased.
    Miamor smacked her lips, and a guilty smile spread across her face.
    “Bitch, me knew it!” Aries shouted excitedly in her Barbadian accent.
    “A’ight, a’ight, I’ll admit it. The nigga was a little fly. He had an A game on him. But why the fuck is we discussing that nigga? This ain’t playtime. Let’s get focused on this business,” Miamor stated, trying to get back to the task at hand.
    “Now da bitch wanna be focused,” Aries stated smartly.
    “I know, right?” Robyn burst into laughter.
    To the average person, the three girls were rare beauties out for a night on the town. One would have never guessed that these contract killers—They called themselves “the Murder Mamas”—were responsible for sixty percent of the drug-related murders in the Dade County area. If the paper was right, they were down for the job. Nobody was an exception. They were willing to murk women, children, hustlers, the