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    â€œYo, Rusty, teach this nigga how to shoot,” Fresh ordered as he sat on the edge of the table and looked on.
    When Pop felt that steel in the palm of his hand, he immediately felt a power rush; he felt untouchable with that gun in his hand.
    â€œJust cock it back and pull the trigger,” Rusty instructed, giving the young man a demonstration.
    Pop did as he was told and watched fire spit out of the 9 mm once his finger squeezed the trigger.
    As Fresh sat back watching Pop, he remembered what he had to go through when he first got in the game, all the nights he went with no sleep, all the times he wore the same outfit for weeks straight, all the shoot-outs and fistfights. Fresh snapped out of his daydream, glanced at the diamonds in his watch, and realized it was all worth it.
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    Nika sat on the couch daydreaming about Pop. She was feeling him ever since she saw him in the Chinese restaurant. Nika was loud, ghetto, and just didn’t give a fuck, and on top of that she was a freak. She just hoped that Pop would be okay with her ways because she wasn’t changing for no one. It was just something about Pop that made her want to know more about him and soon she would find out just what that was. She had gone outside, hoping she bumped into him when she went to go buy some weed. Now that she had gotten his number she felt much better.
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    â€œWho the fuck bought you new clothes?” Teresa asked with a busted lip as soon as Pop walked in the house.
    â€œNot you, so don’t worry about it,” he shot back, not in the mood for her bullshit.
    â€œSay it again so I can slap the living shit out of you,” she yelled, getting all up in Pop’s face.
    â€œYeah, that’s what the fuck I thought,” Teresa growled with her breath smelling like gin.
    Instead of arguing with his mother, Pop just went into his room and closed the door.
    â€œAnd don’t be slamming no mu’fuckin’ doors in my house!” Teresa yelled.
    Once everybody in the house went to sleep Pop pulled out his brand-new 9 mm that Fresh gave him and admired the chrome gun. Pop couldn’t believe how his life was changing. Just the other day he was robbing the Chinese delivery lady, now four days later, he had over $500 dollars in his pocket. He knew none of this would be possible without Fresh, so he looked at Fresh like his ticket out of the hood. Pop was going to do whatever he had to do to make it out the hood, and especially out of his mother’s crib, because she was really starting to work his nerves and he knew it would only be a matter of time before he snapped. So to avoid all that he knew he was going to have to move out and do it quick.
    â€œLooks like it’s just going to be me and you from now on,” Pop said as he kissed his new gun, stuck it under his pillow, and went to sleep.
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    â€œThat boy get on my goddamn nerves,” Teresa huffed, sitting back on the couch. Every time she looked at Pop she saw his father’s face, and that disgusted her. Every time she looked at her son it would always make her start to reminisce.
    â€œStop walking so fast, Tyrone,” Teresa said, struggling to keep up with her man. “You know I can’t walk but so fast in this snow especially while I’m pregnant.”
    â€œBitch!” Tyrone with an attitude. “You better bring ya ass on. I don’t got time to be waiting on ya fat ass. Nobody told you to come in the first place,” he said, continuing to walk fast.
    â€œOkay, I’m coming!” Teresa sucked her teeth, doing her best to keep up.
    â€œYou better not make me late,” Tyrone warned. He was rushing to meet up with his side girlfriend, Sky. They had some credit-card scam business going on, and he was supposed to have met her ten minutes ago.
    Teresa knew Tyrone was going out to handle business but she didn’t trust her man around Sky. It was just something about the