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her ass for sayin’ some dumb shit like that. Is it seven carats ?” Her nostrils flared. “No bitch it ain’t seven carats but at least I got a ring. Where the fuck is your ring? Oh yeah that’s right…you ain’t got one!”
    I blinked my eyes slowly. “I know, I know, and thank you for being cool about it. Nothin’ she says matters ‘cuz I’m with you now. I wanna marry you. Alright?”
    “Alright.” She whispered back.
    “Now , I need you to work this Rachael broad with Sabrina. I want you to take the lead on this one and report back to me. Sabrina doesn’t have as much experience in the field as you. Yeah, she came through for me when I broke Angelique out of jail, but she’s never done anything like this before with an opponent that won’t hesitate to shoot her and you. I need you focused.”
    Dallas rubbed my back. “Angelique may have been there in the beginning , but I’m gonna be here in the end. Don’t worry I got you.”
    I smiled at her warmly and then sealed the brief pep talk with a long kiss initiated by me. The lip service seemed to work because after that Dallas turned on her six inch heels and sauntered back through the French doors with a slight switch in her round hips.

~Shopping
     
    To do a job the right way the first time, you had to have the right tools. And that meant spending money. I had one man I went to when I wanted the top of the line equipment at my disposal. I’d been a loyal well paying customer of his for the past seven years. Because of my many purchases for nearly a decade, he managed to pay his house off early. I stayed with the latest and greatest and that shit was expensive. So when I called him a few days before with my order, he was all too happy to fill it.
    I walked into the Thai restaurant after it had closed for the night through the back alley entrance. The dimly lit kitchen was a familiar place to me , so I easily navigated around the counters and past the commercial gas stove to a skinny metal door. I opened it and made my way down the short steps until my new Jordan’s landed on cold cement.
    “Fah! You down here bro?!” I shouted his name. “Fah! You here?”
    “Yes, in the back!” A voice echoed from the rear of the underground storage space.
    Once I got to where he was , I found him standing in front of a long table with all my requested toys spread out neatly under florescent lighting.
    “Ahhhh, it’s good to see you again Michael.” He waved his short arm like one of the Price is Right models showing off a new car. “You like? What do you think? Did Fah come through for you or what? Look at all this shit.” He smiled showing the gap in his front teeth.
    I n odded my approval. “Wasup Fah? Everything looks good as usual. Did you get it all?” I scanned the table.
    “Yep. Fah got it all. Look at this shit. Six way hands free ear bud wal kie with Blue Tooth and a home base set up. These babies have up to a four mile range. Fah got you 12 mat black SR40 Ruger pistols with five cases of bullets, seven Kevlar vests, a new police scanner, and check this out.” He opened the lid on a black case carefully. “Fah got you C4 with remote detonators. Now you can make shit go boom!”
    Fah clapped his bony hands together excitedly and showed me his gap again while his brown cheeks balled up into a huge smile.
    “I’m impressed.” I patted his back.
    “Fah do his best for you like always Michael.” He stroked the short beard on his long chin.
    “Make the call then.” I pointed to his cell phone on the table top.
    My small arms dealer quickly picked up the device and dialed a number he knew by heart. He looked at me as he spoke softly to the person on the other end.
    “Did the flowers come yet?” He asked.
    He paused a brief second as the person answered his important question.
    “Thank you. See you soon.” He hung up.
    “My wife has the money Michael. This is very good. Fah is happy. Now we can pack everything up and get you on your way.