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attitude with us fo’?”
    “Cause y’all niggas say y’all tryna get it up, but y’all boys don’t want no money! Y’all been bullshittin’ ever since y'all been home, at least my nigga Maniac is trying!”
    “How he be trying, Slick, robbin’ muthafuckers? That’s what got us fucked up the first time, remember or did you forget all about that, huh?” Smoke replied with aggression snapping back at Slick.
    “Fuck all that arguing, going back and forth shit y’all got going on. Slick, what’s on ya’ mind, homie?” Dre inquired as the automated recording cut in.
    “You have two minutes remaining on this call.”
    “What’s on my mind? Shit, let me tell you…as much shit as I did and as much as I do for y’all niggas, y’all supposed to be the main two tryna help me get a lawyer so I can get outta here, not Maniac. I can’t even lie, it hurt like a muthafucker knowin’ he’s out there trying to lay a muthafucka down to help get a nigga outta of jail, and that shit sad cause I ain’t as cool with him as I am with y’all.”
    “On the real… you’re right, big homie, I can’t even argue, you’ve done so much shit for me that now I gotta—”
    “Sorry, this call was terminated because it reached its length.”
    “Aye Dre, I feel bruh pain, dawg… we do need to find a new hustle, cause postin’ up on the block is getting’ old, and being out here all day every day ain’t doing shit but making us hot.”
    “Yeah, you right, homie, we ain’t doin’ shit out here but throwin’ rocks at the penitentiary, and sooner or later you’re bound to strike out. You know what I mean?”
    “Hell yeah, I feel ya’ dawg. Now I feel like if me, you, and Maniac come together to get Slick out he’ll go ahead and give us the game on that white collar shit so we won’t have to be out here on the block all day.”
    “A’ight, that’s what's up, homie…So how you wanna do this shit?” Smoke inquired.

 
    Chapter 5
    It was a little after 3:00 am and the Diamond Lounge was closed for the night, and as a result Cierra and her best friend were in the female’s locker room counting up all the money that they had made for the evening. After Cierra lost count for the third time, she became very irritated as she paused for a second and rubbed her eyes.
                  “Shit! I lost my count again!” she yelled out of frustration.
                  Hurricane could tell by the troubled look on her face that something was on her mind. So she stopped counting.
    “Girl, you a’ight?” she asked and Cierra gave a bitter laugh.
    “Yeah…I’m a’ight, what made you ask me that?”
    “Bitch! I’ve known yo ass damn near my whole life. I know when somethin’ is on your damn mind, who in the hell do you think you’re foolin’?”
    Cierra took a quick sip from the bottle of Patŕon she been drinking on the entire night.
    “Girl, I’m pregnant!”
    “I knew it, I’ve known yo’ ass for too long, I knew it was somethin’. I thought you said you weren’t having any until you were married. What the fuck happened?”
    “Girl I don’t know, but it’s somethin’ about that nigga Trouble.”
    “Who? That nigga that just got outta jail?”
    “Prison, you mean, but yeah it’s somethin’ about him, girl. He like the male version of me. We kicked it all that night about a lotta shit. At the end of the night we both felt like we’ve known each other for a while.”
    “SO, that was a good enough reason for you let him fuck you raw?”
    “Bitch, I ain’t no hoe! I believe the rubber must have popped, it had to!”
    “Mmm-hmm, if you knew that rubber popped then why in the hell didn’t you  go getta Plan-B pill?”
    “Bitch, if I knew, I would have. I didn’t find out till a few weeks later when I went to Grady cause I wasn’t feelin’ well.”
    “Okay, so why are you sittin’ here all frustrated, you betta take yo’ ass and getta abortion befo’ it’s too