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nobody complaining or coming back for a refund, but they weren’t turning flips over her product neither.
    That didn’t sit well with Salida at all. She was a boss bitch and she wanted her customers to be straight up feenin’ for her shit. Itchin’ and scratchin’ for it. She had wanted they asses to turn flips, do headstands, and break out with some cartwheels too.
    So that’s when she did some research and got creative and came up with a bright idea for a new formula. Yeah, it was risky, but so the hell what ! Life was risky. She stared at the pink lump of powder sitting on the table before her. The sweet aroma of a strawberry milkshake rose to greet her nose and she grinned. It had been a kick-ass idea to start dying her powder and her crystals pink. She called her product Strawberry Snake, and between the sweet smell, the hot, tantalizing color, and the sexy dice-tossing snake logo on the package, it made her shit memorable and caused it to stand out on the market. Not to mention the special ingredient she had added to make the high it gave her customers simply unforgettable!
    She laughed out loud. Her reorganization of the G-Spot was nearly complete, and she couldn’t wait to get this new batch out on the streets and to distribute it to her customers on Rave nights. Those mindless youngsters were going to suck her strawberry product up with a crazy straw!  Tapping the vial she had placed in her jacket pocket, Salida unlocked the cut-room door and tipped her hips down the stairs.
     
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    The minute Salida was gone Freeze Dodson jumped his ass into action. “Crazy bitch!” he growled under his breath as he glanced at the closed door and then jetted over to the stack of boxes that lined one wall. Salida wasn’t nothing but a troublemaker. A crazy-ass shit-starter! That toxic shit she was selling was gonna kill some goddamn body!
    Freeze slid two boxes off the top, then dug into his front pocket and pulled out the carefully printed list of ingredients that he had written down. He folded the list and slipped it through the crack of one of the boxes, and then glanced at his watch and frowned as he shook his head.
    C’mon, niggah ! Freeze muttered under his breath. His brother Naj was supposed to show up ten minutes ago, and even though he hated it that the boy was all the time runnin’ late, he was grateful that Naj hadn’t shown up while him and Salida was conducting their lil bizz.
    As Freeze carried both of the specially-constructed boxes over to the window, he thought about his elderly grandmother who was back at the crib sitting in her wheelchair with a tool pressed to her dome. The boxes were light. Real light. He set them down gently to make sure the objects inside were in no danger of breaking. Freeze put one box on top of the other, then secured them together by wrapping a nylon cord around them as tightly as he could, and then he left one end real long.
    He was a loyal soldier and he wasn’t tryna cross Salida, but he wasn’t tryna get his own fuckin’ grandmama popped neither. He remembered the look of stark terror in the old lady’s eyes when he walked into her crib that morning and found her trembling in her wheelchair as two of Flex’s capos force-fed her breakfast.
    The smell of a shitty diaper was in the air, and the home health nurse who took care of the old lady six days a week was stretched out on the floor with her ankles bound and her wrists tied behind her back. A thick white gag had been stuffed in her mouth, and bloody knots had swelled up all over her forehead.
    But them Divine Nine fuckers had done a whole lot more than just crack the young nurse in the dome with their pistols. They’d shot the poor girl through both her eyes, and half her brains had sprayed out the back of her head and splattered all over his Gramma’s swollen ankles and feet.
    “Dig, I want two things,” Flex’s right-hand man Dre had told Freeze as he stroked Gramma’s face with his warm metal tool.