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    The only downfall would be leaving my family, baby daddy, and worst of all, my three- and seven-year-old sons, Malik and Jahad, whom I adored. I’m sure I could probably live without my sorry-ass drug-dealer-gonebad baby daddy, Rick. Hell, he was part of the reason I had to resort to the streets.
    I had actually stopped stripping at one point and was a working chick. I had a comfortable life, house, car, and even a rental property. Then this nigga’s drug game got fucked up, and he drained me of every penny, leaving me with two foreclosed homes. And soon I was back to stripping and living with my parents. It wasn’t until I bucked on Jewel for Calico’s one hundred grand that I was able to get back on my feet. So that nigga, I could definitely do without, but it was the thought of being away from my kids that was killing me. Deep inside, I knew it would be too risky to have them with me while on the run.
    My plan was set. I just needed to execute. I still had about fifty grand left from Calico’s money that I’d tricked Jewel into giving me, but I needed about fifty more. I wanted to have at least a hundred grand cash when I dipped out of the country. It was time for me to get my hustle on, and by all means I intended to. My life depended on it.
    I called up my boy Diablo. Originally from Virginia, Diablo used to run drugs hard in VA but had recently moved to Atlanta when shit got hot, after a few young boys that he used as runners got locked up and started snitching. Although I didn’t formally meet him until I started working at Bottoms Up, a strip club in Atlanta, I knew of him in VA because his name rang bells. And, of course, like every other baller, little miss Jewel used to date him too.
    When Diablo hit the A , he started going even harder, making even more money, and eventually becoming one of the top suppliers in Atlanta. He used his drug money to open a club and started getting money from both angles.
    “What up, sexy?” Diablo said.
    “Hey, boo. I was calling to see if you were hiring,” I said, knowing Diablo would know exactly what I meant. I’d done some work for him before, so he knew I was game for whatever.
    “Not right now, baby girl. I’m waiting on some family to come up from out of the country. They should be here in a couple of weeks. Check with me then.” Diablo spoke in code, saying that he was waiting for his product to come in.
    “Cool,” I said then ended the call.
    The plan was set and soon to be in motion. I just needed to stay alive until then. I planned to use those couple of free weeks to spend time with my boys and let them know how much their mommy loved them, especially since, at this point, tomorrow definitely wasn’t promised.

Chapter 9
     
    “Nurse Save-a-chick”
     
    Jewel
    T ouch had become more and more independent within the past weeks, so I was able to leave the house a little more often than when he first was discharged from the hospital. I was actually to the point of leaving him home alone. He enjoyed the independence of being left alone; it gave him a much-needed ego boost.
    This particular day I’d chosen to take some time out for myself so I went to Starbucks. I was sitting in a booth there, sipping on a latte, using Starbucks Wi-Fi Connection on my laptop to look up some different wedding sites, and getting ideas about our wedding. It wasn’t that we didn’t have the Internet service or a computer at home. In fact, we had several, including the new HP TouchSmart PC. But I wanted to surprise Touch with how I set off our big date, so I didn’t need him looking over my shoulders every minute while I was surfing the Web on our home computer.
    I was planning on a major scale. I wanted a tailor-made Vera Wang dress, and a wedding setup to mimic a wedding of the royal court in England, with an aged mansion and horse and carriage to match. I’d even considered contacting David Tutera from the television show My Fair Wedding to