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  “You remember when I was getting jumped by the library and you came and helped me?”

  “Yes.”

  “You see how I been looking out for you ever since, just because you was good enough to help me out.”

  “Yeah.” She nodded her head.

  “Well, that’s the same thing between Romeo and I. I looked out for him, now he looking out for me,” I replied.

  Even though Shanie was my best friend, I kept Romeo’s and my business to ourselves. She had no idea that Romeo was out here scoping out big money niggas, and I was talking to them getting info for him to hit them up. She could believe that I was fucking him for the money for all I cared, because I wasn’t coming out the mouth and telling her the real reason I went from making a penny stretch to spending almost six hundred dollars in a few hours.

  “Have you ever thought of being with him?” she asked.

  “All the time,” I honestly replied.

  “So, what’s in the way?”

  “He looks at me as his little sister. We have a great friendship, and I ain’t tryna fuck that up,” I said.

  “Damn, that’s deep,” she said, grabbing a blunt from my cup holder and firing it up.

  As we passed the joint back and forth, I thought of Romeo being my first. Even though I dated a few niggas for work purposes, I still held my V-card. When it came down to me having to give up the pussy, I would make up some excuse and push Romeo to hurry up and finish his job. I enjoyed being wined and dined by different niggas, but my virginity wasn’t up for sale. I was still sticking to saving it for that someone special and in my heart, I felt as if that person was Romeo. One day when Romeo and I was at the store, someone complimented on us being a cute couple. I was smiling from ear to ear, until he opened his mouth and said, “Nah more like baby sister.” That was when I realized shit between us was just business, and would never be personal.

  “Girl who that bitch is in front of ya house?” Shanie asked me, pointing to some half-dressed chick with the slick weave.

  “I don’t know, but I’m about to find out,” I said, parking my car and jumping out.

  “Um, excuse me, who are you looking for?” I asked.

  “Romeo told me to wait for him out here,” she said, pulling her shorts out her ass.

  “Why the fuck this nigga bringing tramp hoes to my house?” I snapped, making my way in the house.

  “ROMEO!!” I yelled out, stomping up the stairs.

  “What the fuck you yelling for?” he asked, stepping out the bathroom with a towel around his waist and one across his shoulder. I had to pace myself to stop from drooling over his milk chocolate, sexy ass.

  “Why the fuck you got someone standing in front of my house?” I asked, placing my hand on my hip.

  “Listen Mia, pipe all that shit when you talking to me. I don’t owe no motherfucker any explanation. I’m grown as fuck,” he said, sucking his teeth.

  “You think it’s ok to have yeast-infected pussy ass hoes in front of my door?”

  “Man, that girl was suppose to be sitting in my car, waiting for me to drop her ass off. I ain’t tell that girl to stand out front.”

  “I know you ain’t fuck that bitch in my house.”

  “Nah, I fucked her in a hotel room. I was about to handle some shit, so I stopped here and told her ass to wait in the car while I washed my balls before I dropped her back home,” he said, disappearing in my closet.

  “You a piece of fucking work you know that right.”

  “Mia, I ain’t tryna argue with you iight,” he said, putting his Timberland boots on and walking out my room.

  Dealing with my feelings for Romeo, had me so fucking frustrated that I could cry. We were basically living like a couple and did shit like couples, but we weren’t one. As I looked in my closet and saw his clothes neatly hanging next to mine, I felt like snatching them shits up and burning them on some Left Eye type shit.

  “You straight?” Shanie asked me.

  “Yeah, I’m gone be good,” I replied, wiping my tears away.

  “Fuck him, that’s why we need to go out to find you some new dick. Look at you mama, you bad as fuck. We can’t go nowhere without at least ten niggas stepping to you. Any nigga would be proud to have you, so fuck Romeo hoe catching ass and find you someone else.”

  “Yeah, you right,” I replied, not really caring for what she had to say. Romeo was it for me, and I was determined to make him see that.

  “Come here, let me do something to that hair of yours.”

  When Shanie was done straightening my hair and placing them in flexi rods, I cooked us some fried chicken, fried shrimp, mac and cheese, and sweet rolls. We smoked us a few blunts then pigged the fuck out. Even though I was mad at Romeo, I still fixed him a plate and sat it in the oven for him.

  “You can get dressed in the guestroom; the bathroom is right across the hall.” I pointed out to her.

  “Cool. Don’t be up there taking forever. I hate waiting on yo ass to get dressed!” she yelled.

  After my shower, I walked around the room with nothing on my skin except the honey body butter that I rubbed all over my body. Even though I had a new shit, I was still having a hard time deciding on what to wear. After a ten-minute debate, I decided on wearing a white mesh crop top with cold trimmings and a pair of white high waist jeans that I used a pair of scissors to make slits in. I had just gotten a tattoo that read Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt with a bunch of roses around it and I wanted it to be on full display. If Romeo didn’t want me, I was going to snatch me up a nigga who did.

  I wasn’t big on makeup, but after watching a few tutorials I decided to give MAC a try. When I was done, I removed the flexi rods from my hair and styled my big curls in a push-back do. As I twirled in my full-length mirror, I was giving myself life. Everything about my look was on fleek and there was no doubt in my mind that I was beautiful beyond words. Due to the MAC makeup, my chocolate skin was more radiant that ever. The pink lipstick matched my lips to perfection and the eye shadow made my eyes pop.

  “Where you going all dressed up?” Romeo asked, walking in the room.

  “Out,” I replied, transferring things into my gold Tory Burch clutch.

  “Out where?”

  “Just like you don’t want me questioning you, don’t question me. Your food is in the damn oven and don’t wait up!” I snapped, storming out the room.

  When I walked in the guest room, Shanie was dressed in a black corset, with a pair of ass enhancing booty shorts. Her black Red Bottom pumps had her long legs looking sexy. Her bob was slayed to perfection and a bitch couldn’t say shit because her face was beat to perfection.

  “Yassssss bitch, let’s slay.” I snapped my fingers.

  For some reason, I was excited about going out. I kept feeling like something good was going to come out of it. Maybe I was going to find that someone special that would steal my heart from Romeo and bust this cherry wide open.

  My white and gold wedges hit the tile floor as we stepped foot in the overly packed club. I was shitting bricks thinking the bouncer would see my ID was fake, but the way his eyes were glued to my ass was enough to let us in free and score us a VIP table. Shanie was sipping on a cup of Patron while she swayed her hips to Kent Jones’ Don’t Mind, while I just sat back and took in the scenery. There were all types of different characters in the club; bad bitches, mad bitches, ugly bitches, hating bitches, you name it, you could find that kind in here.

  “Ayooooo, my dawg, Murder is in the building. Give it up for my dawg.” The DJ yelled into the microphone, causing the crowd to go crazy.

  I looked over to where all the commotion was and spotted the sexiest nigga, followed by a team of niggas. His security was so on point that I had to stand on one of the sectionals in the low level VIP area to get a good look at his face. Murder was one sexy motherfucker from what I could see. He looked like he was mixed with something because his light tan skin was s
mooth and covered in tattoos. The chains, Rolex, pinky ring, and all black Versace dress shirt and pants he wore screamed out he was getting money. The gold bottles that decorated the tables led me to believe he was getting it. All of that was confirmed when I Get Money by 50 Cent started playing and he pulled out two big stacks and started making it rain.

  “Yooooo, my nigga Murder in this bitch blessing you niggas,” the DJ said, as the basic bitches and a few broke niggas scrambled to gather as many bills as they could.

  I sat back in awe as a light bulb went off in my head. If I could get close to Murder then Romeo and I could get paid big time for that lick. The way Murder was dripping with money, I knew the come up would be real if we cleaned him out. All I needed was the opportunity to get close to him. Judging by the bitch that was on his arm I knew for a fact I had that hoe beat. Don’t get me wrong, the chick was bad, but I was naturally bad and there was a big difference between paying for an ass and having a naturally cornbread fed fat ass.

  “I see you over there staring that nigga Murder down. He fine, ain’t he? I can’t stand his ass tho,” Shanie said.

  “You know him?”

  “Do I? My nigga used to work for his shady ass.”

  “What’s T on him?”

  “After my nigga got knocked, he did nothing to look out for him.” She sucked his teeth. “No lawyer, no money on his books; nothing.”

  “Damn he getting down like that. I know your nigga mad.”

  “Girl, he’s pissed. He kept talking about how he was loyal to them niggas and how they basically shitted on him,” she vented.

  “He with somebody?”

  “Girl, that hoe he with now, Trixie, his so-called baby mama. I ain’t see a child yet though. She always claiming she pregnant, but always losing the baby in her second trimester,” she laughed.

  “Why I never heard of him?” I asked.

  “First of all, you green to these streets and second, Murder only comes out at night. He would hit the club every Friday night with his crew, they throw money; he handles business in the back with the owner and leave,” she schooled me.

  “Are you interested in him?” she asked, giving me the side eye.

  “Maybe.” I shrugged.

  “Girl, I’mma tell you now, Murder is a dog nigga. He will have five bitches all waiting at home for him to slide through. He got more hoes than dogs have ticks,” she laughed. “He can treat a bitch good though because Trixie ass is laid up nicely, so if you thinking about being with him don’t catch no feelings because he means a bitch no good.”

  “Girl I just want to have fun, that’s all,” I lied.

  “I mean, hey, do you, but don’t say I ain’t warn you,” she said, sipping her drink.

  “Why do they call him Murder?” I asked.

  “The body count on that nigga is something serious. He will body you for stepping on his shoes; that’s how ruthless he is.”

  “I see.” I replied, taking a sip of my drink while watching Trixie bounce her ass on Murder.

  Somebody then whispered something in his ear, causing him to tap Trixie on the ass, signaling for her to get off him. Murder and a few of his homies then got up and went to the back following two buff security guards. If Romeo and I was going to hit this lick, we had to be on point.

  When the night came to an end, Shanie and I decided to head to the Waffle House for some breakfast. I searched high and low, hoping to run into Murder, but just as Shanie said, he was gone after handling his business. I got happy when Shanie’s mom called her asking her to come home to watch the kids so she could go to work. With Shanie home, that meant I could talk to Romeo in private about hitting the lick on Murder. I had to somehow convince him to let Shanie’s boyfriend in on the hit. There was nothing like a hungry nigga straight out of jail. With him already pissed off at Murder for shitting on him, this was a win-win situation.

  All of the excitement left my body when I returned home and Romeo wasn’t there. I picked up my phone to call him, but after a while he started sending me to voicemail. The disrespect was mad real and I was real close to grabbing all his shit and tossing it on the front porch. Stripping out of my clothes, I climbed between the comforts of my blankets and grabbed ahold of the pillow that held Romeo’s manly scent.

  The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I started to think the worst when I called him five times in the row, only to get the voicemail. I pulled up the arrest search on my phone and plugged in his name. A feeling of relief came over me when no results came up in the system matching his information. Thinking he was in the hospital somewhere dying, I called all the hospitals in the county, and none of them had a Romeo Baker admitted. My women’s intuition told me he was somewhere laid up with a bitch, so I decided to go about my business.

  As I walked through the school halls my attitude was on ten. I was snapping on any and everybody that had something to say to me. It got to the point where one of my teachers kicked me out of class and sent me to detention. Romeo had my mind all fucked up. I was feeling shit I never felt dealing with him, and he wasn’t even my man. For the remainder of the school day, I sat and thought of different ways I was going to curse him out when he finally decided to walk his black ass through the door.

  Romeo

  When I arrived to Mia’s crib, it was close to midnight. I knew she was pissed off at me for ignoring her calls and not coming to the crib, but I was busy making moves. That night Mia went to the club I was able to slide up in Lucy and fuck the shit out her little white ass. I must have fucked her real good because when I asked her to cop me a spot in her name, she jumped right to it.

  Since her husband was out of town on a business trip, I ended up spending the night with her and fucking her silly. The next morning, we went apartment searching and she ended up leasing me a two-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bathroom townhouse in the suburbs. She even paid the move in cost and paid up my rent for five months. With the cash I had saved up for the place, I decided to furnish the place. I bought Mia a king-size Windsor silver bedroom set for her room that I had for her, just in case she was serious about leaving her mom’s crib when she turned eighteen. I got an all black king-size bedroom set for myself, and a red sectional set that was equipped with reclining seats, cup holders, and a stash that I could use to put my weed in.

  It took Lucy the whole day, but when she was done decorating my place, I was impressed with it. She went all out in the house and I allowed her to fix up everything, except Mia’s room. When we finally finished, I was tired as hell. All I really wanted was a fat blunt, a meal, and Mia’s bed. I would never admit this to her, but the best part of my day was coming home to her and laying up in the bed next to her, even if we didn’t make any physical contact. With her mom coming home the next day, I was upset that everything was coming to an end.

  “Go back to that bitch’s house you was laid up in,” Mia snapped, when I walked through her bedroom door.

  “I’m tired man,” I said, flopping down on her bed.

  “Oh, hell no! You are not about to lay up in my bed smelling like the next bitch!” she yelled, trying to kick me off the bed.

  “Chill the fuck out, man,” I yelled, snatching her legs and pushing her to the side.

  “I don’t get you.” She started her rant. “You fuck these simple bitches then come home and get in bed with me.”

  “Are we together Mia?” I asked.

  “Ok then, so what I do in these streets don’t concern you,” I spat, when she refused to answer my question.

  “That’s some disrespectful ass shit yo,” she said, sounding as if she was about to cry.

  “Man, I was out making moves for us. I know your mom is about to come here and I can’t be in here like that, so I went out and copped us a spot, if you really serious about breaking out this joint when you turn eighteen.”

  “You got us a place?” she asked, looking up at me to see how serious I was.

  “Yes, I gotchu you
ma,” I assured her. She was the only person that stopped and helped me when I was down. Together we were able to make good money and for that I would forever be there for her, even if we just remained friends.

  “I got the perfect lick for us,” she said, causing my ears to perk up.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I was in the club with Shanie the other night and this nigga Murder walks in. I mean this nigga come in that bitch blinged the fuck out with his whole crew throwing mad money to the crowd. So, I asked Shanie about him and she put me on game about him. I’m thinking this is going to be a good lick, but we gon’ need help,” she said, causing a frown to appear on my face.

  “Listen to me, before you rule this out, let me finish. Well, Shanie’s dude used to work for Murder and he did him real dirty. That nigga behind bars serving time and he about to be out soon. I’m thinking that with his help, we can come up on some major dough. I mean, we can come up real big, relocate, and you can start up you own little hustle in the drug game.”

  “Do you trust her?” I asked her.

  “Shanie is my bitch and I trust her. I mean with her nigga starving and shit I know he gon’ be down off the rip. This is the perfect plan baby.”

  “That nigga ain’t one to be fucked with,” I said more to myself.

  I’ve heard about that nigga Murder and he was the ultimate lick. That nigga was eating on a major scale and I knew hitting him could go one of two ways; it could be success for us, or all of us could lose our life. The little niggas I would pick for Mia to set up was nothing compared to getting to Murder. He was an exclusive type nigga. Mia had to have his heart to be able to get enough information for us to clean him out. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her that close to that nigga, especially if I wanted to save her for myself.

  “We can do this, I got it. I saw the type of chick he so-called messing with and I got her beat in more ways than one.”

  “It’s not just about looks when fucking with a nigga like that. You have to prove your loyalty to him, he has to trust you, you have to be someone he loves,” I said.

  “Trust me Ro, I got this. Just say yes and I promise this gon’ be the lick of the lifetime,” she begged.