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going to let two through.
    He unzipped the pouch. “Look at all of this muthafuckin cash.”
    “How much do you think is there?” I asked as I kept my eyes open for any po-pos.
    It was crazy how the streets of that rich ass suburb of Milwaukee County were dead. I think the sports bar was the only thing open. But me and my nigga were alive and shining brighter than the stars above our heads. We had plenty of cash on deck and my nigga was happy. I was, too, until he brought up that white bitch.
    “You’re friend Kim K. really did her thing.”
    My grip on the steering wheel got a lot tighter.
    “We’re goin to have to use her in more licks.”
    I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t say anything disrespectful. But I got a feeling in my gut that having Kim K. around my nigga was going to tear us apart.

Chapter 6     
     
    The moment I crossed the Wisconsin State line, my heart started beating faster. I couldn’t keep my legs from moving and I had this anxious feeling in my stomach. I decided to pull over at a rest stop called the Oasis in Kenosha County and get my mind right. There were places to eat, souvenir shops and bathrooms inside a white building with blue stained windows. It was for travelers who needed to stretch their legs.
    Once I was parked at the far end of the parking lot, I sparked up some of the Indigo Gold in the nickel-plated and wooden pipe I’d bought in Denver. All a bitch like me needed was to get her mind right. I couldn’t go after Ivan and Kim K.’s backstabbing asses in the condition I was in. They had been all of the family I’d ever had and they knew I was coming at their heads, so I couldn’t afford to be all antsy and shit, unless I wasn’t planning to live to see my twenty-sixth birthday.
    All three of us were treacherous enough to do whatever it took to win this deadly ass game. It was going to come down to whoever made the smarter and more thought out moves. I was a street bitch whose daddy left as soon as he nutted me out. At the age of six I watched my mother’s boyfriend literally beat her to death. In the foster care system I had to fight off grown men trying to molest and rape me at night.
    When I ended up doing time in juvenile detention for trying to slice the head off of one of those child molesting punks, I had to fight ugly and nappy headed young bitches on a daily basis just because they were jealous that I was a little dime piece. Fighting to survive was nothing new to me. I don’t even think I would know how to act without some type of drama going on in my life. But I wasn’t ready to die.
    Especially by the hands of Ivan’s punk ass and that dirty white tramp, Kim K. I drove out of the Oasis parking lot once the Indigo Gold had calmed my mind and mellowed the rest of my body out. I got back onto highway ninety-four west with only forty-five minutes to go before I was back in the Mil. I was only forty-five minutes away from being in the same city as the nigga and bitch who tried to kill me in the city of sin. My pussy got wet just thinking about putting a bullet in the head of my ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend.
     
    I turned from Center Street onto Forty-Eighth, with my left hand on the steering wheel and my right gripping my strap. I was back in the Uptown section of the Mil; I was back home. I knew better than to think that Ivan was going to make it that easy for me. But a bitch wasn’t taking any chances. I slowly cruised by our crib checking for any lights on or anybody lurking.
    I made a left turn onto Hadley Street when I got to the end of the block. And then made another left into the alley that ran behind our crib. Ivan and Kim K. weren’t the only ones I had my eyes open for as I slowly cruised by our red, white and tan garage. I’d just done plenty of dirt down in Vegas. I wasn’t going to assume the po-pos didn’t trace me back to the crib me and Ivan had lived in since we met.
    The Indigo Gold had my mind flipping through all types of scenarios.