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Standing beside him, that crazy bitch they called Lil Lee was forcing spoonfuls of cold, lumpy oatmeal into the old lady’s mouth. “I want the formula for that shit y’all been cookin’ at the G-Spot, and about five hunnerd of them lil snake vials y’all be dishin’ that shit off in.”
    There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation in Freeze when he agreed to their demands. His grandmother had raised him and Naj up from babies. Their own moms had taken them to McDonald’s for fries one day, then left them waiting for their order as she skipped town with a Panamanian drug lord and never came back.
    Gramma was all they had in the world, and relief washed over Freeze as his cell phone vibrated and he read a text message from his brother.
    Naj was downstairs, and he was ready for his delivery.
    Raising the window up as high as it would go, Freeze looked down into the back alley below, and then pushed the boxes of vials outta the window and used the nylon cord to lower them down into the waiting arms of his baby brother.
     
     

CHAPTER 6
     
    It had just stopped raining and the streets were still wet when Lil Lee stepped out of her little black hatchback on Lenox Avenue and tipped her round ass around the corner. Dressed in a thigh-baring lilac skirt, black tights, and a black off-the-shoulder tank, her hips swayed and her breasts bounced as she strutted down the block dodging rain puddles in her six-inch heels. She was rocking her accessories to the max too. She had an expensive silk stole draped over her shoulders, and twin 9mm Glocks were strapped to the outside of both of her upper thighs.
    Earlier in the day she had attended an emergency meeting that Flex had called with her, Dre, and Chickie, and now she was hyped as fuck and ready to get some shit popping. Lil Lee was a loyal soldier, so when Flex told her what kind of caper he wanted to pull to run Salida McKay outta bizzness, she had been one hunnerd percent down with his program.
    But a few minutes later, when she turned around and told that niggah Flex that she wanted to pull a slick move on Trey and Chiney Jackson, he had bucked on her and told her to stand the fuck down.
    “Why I gotta fall back?” Lil Lee had barked with icy anger flying from her eyes. “That mothafuckin’ Trey snatched my fuckin’ daughter, Flex! He touched my blood . That niggah gots to pay for that!”
    She had been stunned at the look that crossed her boss’s face when he waved her off and told her to forget about that what Trey had done.
    “Fuck all that bullshit,” Flex had said with an unconcerned shrug. “You too focused on that niggah. Your numbers been sliding ever since that shit happened, and that’s what the fuck you need to be worrying about. Besides, it’s your fault you let somebody get that close up on your daughter. You need to keep a better eye on that little girl. Word.”
    And even now, Flex’s reproachful words were burning in her ears as Lil Lee’s sharp eyes scanned her drug sector and she judged the level of heat on the streets. The rain had driven a lot of people indoors, but there was still a lot of die-hard meth addicts and pipe heads who didn’t mind getting wet just as long as they could get high.
    Lil Lee’s face hardened as a dude-looking chick in baggy jeans and an oversized Polo shirt came around the corner and approached one of her best soldiers looking to conduct some business. The chick was light-skinned and had one of them telltale buzz cuts that a lot of stud females wore. Lil Lee’s mind whirred as she observed the deal go down. She watched closely as the girl copped her shit, and then dapped Maleek out like a man and bopped her ass back around the corner.
    On the outside Lil Lee appeared to be handling her business like the cool professional that she was, but fumes were rising off her as she stared a hole in the girl’s back. When the dyke had disappeared, Lil Lee got with her trap boys one by one and discreetly went about picking up their