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fucking Ne -Yo looking ass nigga?
    I needed a woman to keep me sane and grounded. I wanted a partner in life who accepted me for the man I was with no strings attached. I didn’t need a perfect woman, but I did need a woman who was perfect for me. As I laid on my stomach in my king size bed with Dallas sleeping naked next to me, I smiled to myself. I was happy on the inside despite my aching back because I finally found someone who accented me. She may have had some flaws and acted immaturely at times, but the one thing I could say about the woman snoring softly beside me was that she was definitely about Tyce Adkins.
                  I was about to go to the kitchen and fix me a grilled cheese sandwich to shush my growling stomach when my phone lit up on my night stand. Dallas was in a deep sleep, so she didn’t hear it vibrating against the wood. I quickly answered it when I saw who it was.
    “ Wasup Tony?” I looked out of my window at the night sky.
    Tony was Lil Flash’s home boy. I liked him because he was smart and honest. He also knew everything that went on in the hood. Shit, he was the one who told Lil Flash that Biz had a hit out on me two years ago.
    “ Ain’t shit up with me, but the nigga you lookin’ for jus’ went inside Khalil’s crib.” Tony informed me in a deep casual tone.
    “How long has he been there?” I sat up in the bed.
    “About five minutes.”
    “I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone.
    I immediately pushed Dallas’s firm ass to snag her away from whatever dream she was having. She stopped snoring and looked at me with sleepy eyes.
    “Wake up baby. We gotta go kill a nigga. Get dressed.” I grinned at her in the darkness.
    Dallas instantly shook the sleep from her brain and turned over excitedly. She swung her petite shapely legs over the side of the bed and hopped up.
    “I was jus’ dreaming about that shit! Let’s ride!”

~Justus
     
    Forty-one minutes later, Dallas and I met Peck and Sway about a block away from Khalil’s house. The two of them were parked in Sway’s Denali in a dimly lit spot. They jumped in my Range to join us as soon as we pulled up on the side of them.
    “Hey fellas.” Dallas looked over her shoulder at the back seat.
    “Wasup lil’ mama?” Sway cocked his tool. “That nigga still there?”
    “We jus’ got here a few minutes ago.” Peck pulled his customary hat down low over his blue eyes.”
    I pulled off smoothly down the street and turned onto the dark block where the house was located.
    “Yeah, Tony told me Roman is still in there. He lives right across the street.”
    I killed the head lights on my truck and parked quietly next to the curb. I made sure that I stayed several houses away from the spot so we wouldn’t be seen.
    “That’s the house right there.” Dallas pointed her finger from the passenger seat.
    “Who’s that?” Peck tapped my shoulder.
    “That’s Tony.”
    My secret agent came walking from in between two houses and posted by Dallas’s door. He had to bend down a little because he was so tall. He wore a black wave cap and sported a freshly edged goatee. Dallas lowered the tinted window in front of his face.
    “Damn, yall niggas move fast as fuck!” He looked in the dim cabin at all the serious faces.
    “Yeah, slow niggas come in last. Here you go.” I reached across Dallas’s lap and handed him a thousand dollars in cash. “Thanks for lookin’ out my nigga.”
    Tony took the money and stuffed it in the front pocket of his blue hoodie.
    “Shit, no problem. It was my pleasure. I never liked his ass anyway. That nigga still owe me twenty dollars from the Laker’s game. I’m glad he ‘bout to get fucked up. Do ya thing.”
    He tapped the side of the car before he trotted off into the shadows back in the direction he came.
    I rolled the win dow back up and got my black and chrome Berreta from the center console.
    “Alright, Peck, I need you to get behind the wheel of Sway’s truck and post