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It’s been two months,” Silky said, then grabbed Patience’s hand again. “Run low. . . . I can’t wait for you to see your surprise!” she squealed and directed as she pulled Patience through the parking lot, past dozens of cars. “I seen our ride just pull in.”
    Patience zigzagged behind Silky, still crouching. She never realized that Silky referred to her mother as their ride. She just followed suit like she always did.
    â€œHere we go.” Silky ran up to a black SUV with tinted windows and opened the door. “Jump in before somebody sees!”
    Without thinking or looking, Patience hopped into the backseat of the SUV. Still crouching for fear of being seen, she tucked her head between her knees and directed her stare to the floor. The sound of Silky slamming the door shut made her relax a little until a pungent smoke assaulted her nose. Her mom doesn’t smoke. Stiffening, Patience sat up and her eyes bulged. One seat faced another, drawing her attention to two things she’d missed; they were in a stretch SUV and they weren’t alone. Four guys were in the truck too, and they had bottles of alcohol, gold teeth, tons of jewelry, and what she assumed to be a bag of an illegal drug that looked like sage.
    Silky just smiled, wrapped her arm around some dude who sat in the middle of two others, and said, “Surprise! This one’s for you, Patience.”
    The SUV almost took flight as the driver laid his foot on the accelerator.

4
    SANTANA
    S traight to the top my behind , Santana thought, sucking her teeth. Pharaoh could go kick rabbit turds as far as she was concerned. She was PO’d to the highest level of pisstivity. She crossed her arms and twisted in the passenger seat. How could he promise her a surprise and tell her stick wit ya man , then leave her in the car waiting for him for almost two hours—in the summertime heat, on a dangerous street known for drug trafficking and gang violence? If she didn’t love him so much—if he didn’t have a reputation for being more dangerous than the street he’d left her waiting for him on—she’d slap his platinum grill out of his mouth.
    â€œHe must not know I’m from the skreets.” She pulled her phone from her purse, logged into Facebook, and thought about changing her relationship status to single, but it wasn’t that serious and would make the nasty female dogs who wanted her man—namely Nae—come after him hard, and she didn’t feel like battling the buzzards coming in for a kill. No one was going to dead her relationship with Pharaoh. No one.
    â€œGross,” she said, wincing at the updates populating the screen. Namely, HotNsexy Jackson. HotNsexy Jackson was her too-young-to-be-called-Mom mother, who’d demanded they be Facebook friends, and she’d just made Santana’s stomach turn by changing her relationship status and further informing the world that not only was she was in love, but also moving the man in.
    â€œNot another one,” Santana said, switching to her profile screen and wondering how long her mother would keep this new man Santana had never met but would be sharing a roof with.
    â€œHe godda have tall bank.” Her mother had a bad habit of not keeping men, so Santana wasn’t fazed. Her thoughts moved right back to Pharaoh. She moved the cursor to the text box next to her own status and clued the universe in on how she felt.

    LUVZ A 4 LETTA WORD. SUMTYMZ IT’Z A CURSE, LIKE F-U, SUMTYMZ IT’Z A FEELIN. & AZ M@D AZ WE M@KE E@CH OTHER @ TYMZ, WE F-N LUV E@CH OTHER! LOL!!! E@T TH@T, H8TRZ!!! LOL!!!

    She turned her phone around, pulled her hair back from her ears to show off the custom earrings that he’d bought her, snapped a picture of herself next to the headrest that had Pharaoh embroidered on it, then loaded it as her new profile picture. In seconds, her cell chimed twice. Texts from her mother and