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don’t y’all take an early lunch?” Cain said, flipping the sign on the door from Open to Closed.
    Sensing something was off, the man with the pinkie ring who had been getting the shape-up slipped his hand under the smock that was protecting his clothes from the falling hair. Before his hand could reemerge, Abel was on him, pointing a sawed-off shotgun.
    â€œWhat you reaching for, my nigga?” Abel moved in on him and stuck his hand under the smock. He came out holding a 9mm. “Now, what was you planning on doing with this?”
    â€œIf you boys are looking to rob us, I’m afraid you won’t find much. Business has been kinda slow lately,” the old man who had been reading the paper said.
    Ashanti patted the old man on the shoulder. “No worries, old-timer. I got love for the working man. I just wanna holla at Pretty Percy right quick. Why don’t you all take a walk and come back in about ten minutes?” he told the barbers and the few men who were waiting to get their haircuts. The patrons quickly filed out of the barbershop.
    â€œFuck y’all want with me?” Percy asked. He was trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, but the sweat on his forehead gave him away.
    Abel swung from behind him and slapped Percy in the mouth. “Speak when spoken to, nigga!”
    â€œWhy don’t y’all leave Percy alone? He ain’t done nothing to y’all,” the old man said, speaking up.
    Ashanti shot the old man a cold look. “Don’t test the boundaries of my kindness, old head. Take a fucking walk.”
    â€œCome on, Pops.” The two barbers ushered Pops toward the door. They knew trouble when they saw it and wanted no part of the three wild young teens.
    â€œGodless creatures. Just Godless,” Pops said as he passed.
    â€œYou got that right, muthafucka.” Cain kicked Pops in the ass, causing him to stumble on his way out. “And while you’re outside calling the police, tell them to make sure to bring a cleanup crew, too. You’re gonna need it when we’re done.”
    When only the four of them remained, Ashanti addressed the man known as Percy. “What’s popping, slime?”
    â€œYou tell me. Y’all the ones with the guns,” Percy said.
    â€œWe just wanna rap with you for a taste,” Ashanti told him with a sinister grin.
    â€œLook, shorty, you’re about to make a huge mistake. I’m Pretty Percy. I got some powerful friends who might not take itso well if something happens to me,” he said, trying to intimidate Ashanti. It didn’t work.
    Ashanti slapped Percy so hard that blood shot from his lips and splattered on the mirror. “Miss me with that tough-guy shit. You ain’t a gangster, you a pimp. I know just who your friends are, and that’s exactly why I’m here.” Ashanti turned to Cain and Abel. “Why don’t y’all make sure old Percy here sits still while we’re having our little chat?”
    Abel held Percy at gunpoint while Cain gathered the straps hanging from the chairs that they used to sharpen the razors and tied Percy down. Ashanti removed a pair of the barber’s shears that had been resting in the cleaning solution and approached Percy.
    â€œGetting back to your powerful friends . . . I need some information on Swann,” Ashanti said.
    Percy faked ignorance. “Who?”
    â€œWrong answer.” Ashanti stabbed him in the leg with the shears. Percy howled in pain, but Cain shoved a brush full of shaving cream into his mouth to silence him. “How the fuck is he supposed to answer me if you choke him?” Ashanti asked Cain.
    Cain shrugged. “I’ll bet he’s used to talking with cream in his mouth. Ain’t that right, Percy?” He slapped him on the cheek playfully.
    â€œKnock it off.” Ashanti nudged Cain out of the way. He removed the brush from Percy’s mouth. “We really