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  Prologue

  Khian

  “Tell that nigga Tamar to get at me man, for real. I did my part, now I need him to fuck with me,” I said, desperately into the phone.

  “He ain’t trying to hear that. The nigga ain’t dead, so for him, you ain’t did shit,” Tamar’s goonie Black said, and I sucked my teeth. “He knows your brother is a lawyer, and y’all ain’t gonna do nothing but defend that nigga, and he’ll be home.”

  “Bruh, I just snitched on my lil’ yougin’ nigga. I turned that nigga in for murder, and that nigga Tamar’s sister should be home in a day or two, and you telling me that’s still not enough for this dude? He should’ve fuckin’ found him then! I wasn’t about to pop my brother for him. Fuck I look like?”

  “But nigga who the fuck you yelling at though?” Black said, and I pulled the phone away from my ear and tapped the end button. I punched my fist into the steering wheel and gritted down on my teeth. I had dug up everything I could on Cuba’s sister Alaska and her boyfriend Bryson’s murder after verifying the date it happened with Cuba. I knew after finding out that Dae had Taylana with him, that nigga was never going to change, and I wasn’t about to keep putting myself out there. I didn’t have it in me to put a bullet in the nigga, but shit, after the way I was feeling right now, if that nigga was here in front of me, I would empty the clip in his ass. Hoe ass nigga.

  I ain’t know what the fuck I was gonna do about this dope shit being that didn’t nobody have that fish scale like Tamar, and I refused to go through some low-level niggas just so they could tax my ass. I just had to tough this shit out and wait for that nigga to come around.

  “You couldn’t get your ass out to greet a nigga?” my big bro, Cassidy, said, as he opened the driver’s side door. I had been so deep in my thoughts that I halfway forgot that I was out here waiting for this nigga. I stepped out of the car and slapped hands with him twice before he pulled me into a hug. It had been a few months since I had been down here to see him being that I knew he would be coming home soon anyway. Since then, either I had gotten small, or that nigga had gotten big as fuck. Either way, I was happy to see my brother finally standing on the other side of them walls.

  “Bruh, what the fuck you been in this bitch doing? Man, it ain’t been that long since I been down here,” I told him, as I looked him up and down. Cassidy was about 6’2, looking like he, at least, weighed 240 pounds. He had the same skin tone as the rest of us, but Cassidy had some weird ass eyes, one dark brown, and the other a light hazel brown. He had been born that way, and mama always said he was the special one because of it. He had some long ass hair that he mostly kept wild and unkempt, but them hoes loved his dog ass.

  “What nigga? I had to beef up for these hoes. It’s been four years since I had some pussy, and I had to make sure my stamina was up. No more FiFis nigga,” Cassidy said, as he dropped a ball into my hand that looked like rubber gloves that had been blown up and tied together. He walked around to the other side of the car to get in, and I stared down at it with my face suddenly turning into a frown, as I looked across the hood of the Mazi at him.

  “Cass, what’s a FiFi?” I asked him, and he laughed.

  “That’s my bitch Jessica. I ain’t been fucking her that long now. Probably about two weeks now,” he said, and once I realized what he was saying, I dropped the shit out of my hands and kicked it across the ground. I wiped my hands across my shirt before I pulled it over my head and tossed it at Cassidy.

  “Hoe ass nigga. I see your ass ain’t changed, you bitch.”

  I shook my head, got in the car, and cranked it up. Pulling away from the jail, I wish this had been the last time I would have to see this place, but Emon was still there for another year, and this was about to be Dae’s home. He had been hiding out in Colorado with that damn girl, but I knew that as soon as they got his ass, they were sending him back here to Texas to face his charges. The way I felt about what I did toyed with me. In a way, I felt like he deserved it, but after picking up Cass today, and knowing I would be back soon to get Emon, I didn’t want that for Dae. I just wish that nigga would’ve gotten right. I really fuckin’ tried, and that shit just frustrated the hell out of me that I couldn’t get it right.

  “So, what’s up? Where Dae and KaeDee at? I was expecting to see all y’all niggas.”

  “I ain’t really been talking to KaeDee. Think it’s been a couple of weeks since we last spoke,” I told him and could see him turn to look at me out the corner of my eye.

  “What, why nigga?” he pulled his hair out of his face and frowned.

  “Just a bunch of shit that happened with Dae, and that nigga acting like he didn’t give a fuck really pissed me off… I mean, shit, it’s a lot of stuff going on Cass, and with it being your first day being back, I don’t really wanna put that burden on your shoulders like that.”

  “Is everybody alright? I should’ve known something was up when none of y’all had been down here to see a nigga in a while.”

  “Just been trying to set shit up for you for when you came home, and then, shit just seemed to spiral out of control all of a sudden. Like all at once. If you hadn’t called me a few days ago, nigga, I would’ve honestly forgot all about picking you up today. That’s how bad it got, bruh.”

  “I don’t understand. What? Dae still fucking up? I mean, you ain’t saying shit nigga. Tell me what’s up.”

  I sighed and filled Cassidy in on everything that had been going on. By the time I had finished telling him, of course, leaving out the part where I had snitched on Dae for Alaska’s murder, we were back in the city and pulling into a gas station.

  “So you got two bricks left and no plug?” Cassidy asked, sounding as depressed as I felt. “And Dae hiding out somewhere with a bitch that he damn near beat to death that just so happens to be the plug’s sister?

  “Hell, yea, only two left. And that nigga won’t be out there too long before something or somebody catches up with him. I tried my best with him,” I told him and got out the car to pump the gas.

  “Hey, here, somebody named Cuba calling you,” Cassidy said through the window, as he handed me the phone.

  “Hello, what’s up baby? You good,” I said, after pumping the gas and getting back in the car.

  “Look, you need to tell me what I need to know so that I can change the code to your gate. Somebody just walked up to the door and dropped another yellow envelope on your doorstep just like the last one that had been left. I walked over to put it where the other one had been sitting all this time and realized you didn’t even open it, so I opened it for you, ‘cause I felt kind of strange after seeing that man walk away from here like that. Anyway, it’s just a bunch of photos of your crazy ass baby mama and pictures of some little dope baggies that got the word Allah marked across it. I don’t know what they trying to say, but I figured maybe you would understand…”

  “Pictures of which baby mama,” I asked, as I cranked the car and frowned.

  “Of Sele—“

  “Aye bruh, what the fuck?” Cassidy yelled, as I dropped the phone from my hand and reached for my pistol.

  “Get down, get down!” I yelled, as a barrage of bullets came flying our way. All I could think about was Dae was still fuckin’ shit up for me. I had been so busy with trying
to straighten his mess out that he created that I had forgotten about checking into Selena and finding out if she had something to do with us being hit that night. Not only that, but them muthafuckin’ Arabs had finally came for their payback for the shit that Dae had caused.

  I should’ve just killed that nigga; I thought, as I kept my head down, put the car in reverse, and smashed on the gas.

  Scrreeechhh!

  “Man, what the fuck did I come home to? Shit,” Cassidy yelled, as I blindly steered the wheel trying to get us the fuck up outta of there. I backed into something that felt like the curb, and then, brought my head up a little just so I could see what the hell was going on.

  “Get this shit nigga!” I said to Cassidy, as I handed him my pistol. I quickly put the car in drive and smashed down on the gas. The front window was riddled with bullet holes and had caused the glass to crack so bad that I could barely see out of it, but I couldn’t let that shit stop me. I whipped the steering wheel to the left swerving around a car that drove slowly in front of me then veered through the rearview window. “Fuck you waiting on?”

  “Fuck I supposed to do with this little ass shit nigga? Them niggas got them ARs, and you want me to shoot back at them with this?” Cassidy questioned, and I glanced at his ass before throwing my eyes back on the road.

  “Nah, I just want you to sit there and pray we make it home nigga.”

  Cassidy sighed and let the window down. He squeezed his big ass body through the open space of the window and pulled back on the trigger several times just as the white van pulled alongside of us.

  Pow! Pow! Pow!

  “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! Murder them bitches!” I yelled, as I spotted the driver’s head rock back and forth before they swerved from lane to lane. I pushed down on the pedal even harder, forcing the speed of the car to go up to 120 mph.

  “My nigga, I swea’ to God I’m fucking y’all niggas up. Y’all got me out here murdering niggas and shit on my first day back. Forget that shit nigga. Twelve come snooping; I ain’t have shit to do with nothing. Man, I just sat down for four nigga. The fuck?”

  “Welcome home, bruh. Welcome home, nigga. The streets been missing you.”

  Chapter 1

  Cuba

  “Khi, oh, my God! Khi!” I screamed into the receiver, as I heard the sound of bullets and what sounded like glass shattering. My heart ached as it pounded against my chest. I felt the sweat as it built up against my forehead and a huge lump formed in my throat. I placed my hand over my mouth and ran to the kitchen sink where I dry huffed until clear liquids flew out of me.

  “Girl, get yourself together,” that bitch Briana said, as she snatched my cell phone from my hand. I coughed uncontrollably as I started throwing up again. “Khian! Khian!”

  “Oh, my God! What the fuck is going on?” I said, as I came up for air. I grabbed a paper towel from the holder and wiped my mouth. Walking over to Briana, I took my phone back from her and placed my ear to it. I could hear Khi yelling something, but couldn’t understand shit that he was saying. “Khi, baby!”

  “What the fuck did he say,” Briana asked, and I glanced at her and rolled my eyes. “You got a problem with your damn eyes or something? That’s the third time you done rolled them shits at me.”

  I sucked my teeth as I walked over to the living room to have a seat on the sofa. I needed to calm down. This bitch, this baby, and Khi’s ass had me heated and feeling like I was about to pass out. I didn’t appreciate this nigga dropping this junky ass bitch off on me like this. The fact that I knew that he was doing this shit, because he had a good heart was the only reason why I didn’t fight him on it earlier, but I knew a slick bitch when I saw one, and Briana was on some shit. The lust in her eyes for Khi was evident, and she knew what stood in her way. I didn’t trust her, and I couldn’t see how Khi even did. I guess that had to wait for now, because my man was in trouble, and hell, I didn’t even know if he was going to make it home so that we could fight about this shit.

  “Ughh,” I grunted, when I noticed the line had gone dead, and Khi was no longer on the other end. I placed my head into my hands and tried not to cry. I didn’t want to think the worst so suddenly, but all of this reminded of the night that Alaska got killed---nonstop bullets, glass shattering. Just all too familiar and we all know how that night turned out.

  “Call him back,” Briana said, as she pushed my shoulder forward. I pulled my head up and looked up at her. “Call him back.”

  I sucked my teeth again and dialed Khi back only to get his voicemail. I shook my head and dialed him again, but it was the same thing. I sat the phone down and sighed as I sat back on the sofa and tried my hardest to relax.

  “See, I knew this bitch was grimy. What is all this shit? I tried to warn Khi that he couldn’t trust this half-breed bitch, but you know how niggas be behind a cute face and a fat ass,” Briana said, and I cringed with every word that she spoke. I wondered if she felt the same way about herself. The hoe’s ass was fat, and even though she loved to get laced, she was still cute in the face. Once again, I looked up at her and rolled my eyes.

  “You don’t even know what that shit is about. How about you go check on your daughter or something?”

  “Bitch, you go check on her. Shit, you been playing mommy all this time, why stop now?”

  I chuckled out of disbelief and stood to my feet. Dizziness came over me and forced me to sit my ass back down. I held my head down into my hands again. This baby was kicking my damn ass. I was regretting more and more that I hadn’t been smart enough to be cautious. This shit here was for the birds. If this what bitches had to go through to have kids, then fuck that, cause this wasn’t for me. I could and had no problem taking care of Skylarr since her mama didn’t want the job, and trust, I wasn’t even tripping about that. Sky’s my baby, and now that I had BJ too, I felt like I had the best of both worlds.

  “What’s wrong with you? I sure hope Khi didn’t fuck around and knock your ass up, too.”

  I sighed, took in a deep breath, and then let it out all over again. I felt like Briana was testing me and trying to get me mad, and I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of letting her see me sweat. I had to keep my cool and act like she didn’t even exist.

  I don’t want nobody but you kissin’ on my tattoos,

  I don’t want nobody but me talking to you.

  My phone blared and vibrated in my hand. I didn’t even have to look at the caller ID to see that it was Khi calling me. I had given him August Alsina's Kissin’ On My Tattoos song as a ringtone when we’d gotten back together, because that shit was exactly what I felt for him. I didn’t want nobody else kissing on me, and I damn sure didn’t want anyone kissing on him.

  “Khi!” I seemed to scream as soon as I answered the phone.

  “Bae,” he said, breathlessly.

  “Khi, oh,…” I was cut off when Briana tried to take my cell phone from my hand. I pushed her hand back and frowned at her. I cocked my head to the side and stared at her as she placed her hands on her hips and looked down at me. “Khi, what the hell happened? I heard gunshots and shit in the background. Are you okay?”

  “Yea, we good. Look, I need you to listen to me. I don’t know what’s what right now, so I need you and Briana to get the kids and go to my brother KaeDee’s house. We headed that way now.”

  “Briana?” I questioned aloud before I could even think on what the fuck I was saying.

  “Man look; now is not the fuckin’ time to argue with me about no Briana. Just do what the fuck I said, and I’ll see you in a minute.”

  Just that quickly Khi had hung up on me, and since I knew that he was okay, part of me wanted to pack up my shit and take my ass back to Tangie’s place, but somehow, I knew that would be right up Briana’s alley. I took a few deep breaths and slowly stood up to my feet. This time the dizziness wasn’t so bad, and I didn’t feel like I was going to fall out.

  “Khi wants us to get the kids and meet him at his brot
her’s house,” I told Briana just as a text message from Khi came through. I glanced down at it to see that he’d sent me KaeDee’s address.

  “So he’s okay?” Briana questioned, and I didn’t answer her. She stood in front of me like she hadn’t heard a word that I said. I tried to walk around her when she grabbed my arm.

  “The fuck? Let me go.”

  “Are you pregnant?” Briana questioned, and I pushed her back and bumped past her. I made my way towards the stairs and slowly took them one at a time. Both Bryson and Skylarr were down for a nap, so I went to gather our bags before I woke them up. I didn’t know how long we would be gone and decided to grab just enough to last for a few days. Briana’s ass was nowhere in sight, and when I headed down the stairs to put the bags in the car, I spotted her looking over the pictures again that were dropped off of Selena.

  “You’re not gonna help me?” I questioned.

  “I wonder where this bitch at. She got some explaining to do. Man, I hope Khi let me at this hoe. Pregnant or not, she owes me a round. She almost got our baby daddy killed,” Briana smirked, and I shook my head and headed to the garage. I popped the trunk to the BMW that Khi got me as a gift and placed the bags inside. When I closed the trunk, I looked up to see Briana standing in the doorway. The hoe still didn’t have shit in her hand but them damn pictures.

  “Can you move?” I said, as I made it in front of her.

  “I don’t trust your ass either. Khi told me your little ass did time in jail. You and that hoe probably in this shit together. I don’t put shit past nobody.”

  “Briana, get the fuck out of my way. Can you grab your fuckin’ daughter so that we can go?” I said, feeling my body heat with anger. I sucked my teeth and mugged Briana as she blocked the doorway and stared at me.

  “Hmm, you mad about something?”

  “Nope.” I pushed Briana, and her ass didn’t even budge. She was really fucking with me, and I knew she low-key wanted to fight me, but not today. That bitch was gonna have to work a little harder if she thought I would mess my freedom up for her. “Move!”