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Lucky talked he scratched the nasty rash that was on his neck spreading down to his back.
    â€œHere man, here,” Pooh said, handing Lucky a ten-dollar bill. “Now get the fuck up out of here.”
    â€œGood looking, Pooh, you the best,” Lucky said with a toothless smile, heading straight to one of the workers so he could get a blast.
    â€œWould you believe this nigga had this whole hood on smash back in the day?” Pooh said, letting out a light chuckle.
    â€œGet the fuck out of here,” Pop stated in disbelief.
    â€œWord, B. Nigga used to give me dollars when I was a youngin . Crazy how shit turn out, right?” Pooh said, shaking his head.
    â€œYeah,” Pop answered, looking at Lucky walk off to get his fix.
    As Pop sat chilling, sitting on top of the bench, he saw Blondie from the Chinese restaurant coming his way.
    â€œYo, anybody got trees over here?” she asked, looking directly at Pop.
    â€œYeah, my man got it right there,” he answered quickly, pointing to the young hustler sitting on top of the bench.
    â€œA’ight, good looking,” Blondie responded as she headed to cop some bud.
    Yo, I’m feeling shorty for some reason, Pop thought as he kept his eyes on the young lady.
    â€œYo, ma, you live here?” he asked, approaching the pretty young thing.
    â€œYeah, I live right there in building two,” she replied pointing.
    â€œI’m going to have to chill with you one of these days,” Pop said trying to sound extra smooth.
    â€œThat sounds cool to me,” Blondie replied, licking her lips seductively.
    â€œYo, where your phone at?” Pop asked smoothly.
    Blondie reached down in her purse and pulled out her phone. “You got me pulling out my phone, you better be about to give me your number,” she said in a sexy voice.
    â€œDon’t take my shit if you not gonna use it,” Pop said with a smile.
    â€œI am going to call you,” Blondie said, trying not to blush as she locked Pop’s number inside her phone.
    â€œWhat’s good, you got a number?’
    â€œYeah, everybody calls me Nika.”
    â€œA’ight, I got you. My name is Pop, I’m going to call you later on tonight.”
    â€œA’ight, do that,” Nika said throwing a little extra switch in her walk knowing Pop was watching.
    â€œYeah, I’m going to shagg that,” Pop said looking at Nika’s ass as she walked off.
    â€œShe must be new around here because I ain’t never seen her before,” Pooh stated as he noticed Fresh’s Range Rover pull up to the side of the curb.
    â€œYo, Pop, let me holla at you for a minute,” Fresh said, waving him over. “I heard you took care of business earlier,” he stated.
    â€œBusiness is business,” Pop responded smoothly
    â€œCome take a ride with me,” Fresh said.
    When Pop made it to the truck he noticed that Rusty was driving.
    â€œYo, you ever shot a gun before?” Fresh asked.
    â€œNah, I never could afford one,” Pop replied.
    Fresh smirked because he knew that it was probably for the best that Pop hadn’t owned a gun. This li l nigga would’ve terrorized the entire projects if he had a burner on him.
    â€œLet me ask you a question. Do you like working for me?”
    â€œIt’s okay I guess, the money is good,” Pop answered honestly.
    â€œListen kid, I hired you ‘cause I see that fire inside of you, the same fire I got in me, but don’t get it twisted, li’l nigga. Out here in these streets you can lose your fuckin’ life like this,” Fresh said, snapping his fingers. “That’s why Rusty is my personal bodyguard,” he said as the truck came to a complete stop.
    â€œCome on, li’l nigga, let me get you into beast mode,” Fresh said, leading the two men into a warehouse.
    When Pop stepped in the warehouse he saw a tableful of guns and a bunch of big wood boards hanging