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“You earned it, so go do something nice for yourself and the girls. Y’all deserve it.”
    I hurried to say, “Thanks.” Maybe I wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of involving Honey in my mess. The other day, I’d talked to him about how he could help me. Since he’d had access to Ray’s apartment, I asked Honey to do some things that could get him in serious trouble. While he was reluctant to do it, he still agreed to help me. Maybe now, I wouldn’t have to go that route and come between him and Ray’s relationship.
    Miles kissed my cheek and told me to go. With a dripping wet pussy, I rushed to the car and shut the door when I got inside. I opened my hand to see how much money Miles had given to me. It was five one hundred dollar bills. That made me smile again. It made me have just a little hope for me and my girls. Hope that I hadn’t had in a very long time.

Chapter Three
    Nearly an hour later, I saw Ray coming to the car. I had dozed off a few times, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what my girls had been up to. Chyna was always looking out for her sisters. She was the oldest and she kept good care of them while I was away. But the truth was, she was just a kid herself. This was a lot on her, and I regretted that my problems had been pushed off on her.
    I saw Ray give Shirley a kiss and then he walked away. He opened the car door and hopped in with a smirk on his face. As he looked over at me, he touched my chin.
    â€œYou did good,” he said with a glassy film covering his eyes. “Better than I thought you would do, so from now on, this gon’ be yo’ new gig. I figured you had that shit in you. Those niggas in there loved it. If they paid like this, ain’t no tellin’ how much more money others niggas will pay.”
    Ray showed me the roll of money that he could barely grip his hand around. He shook it near my face then brought it up to his nose and sniffed it.
    â€œThis is what a bad bitch can do. I know you’re upset with me, but as you know, I don’t give a fuck about yo’ feelings. My only complaint is I saw some of those bruises on your thighs. I’ma stop kickin’ that ass for a while and let those bruises heal. Ain’t no need for me to mess up my moneymaker; and who knows? I may even get some other bitches to join us. I’ll let you organize the shit for me and find bitches who you think can turn up the heat like you. What you got to say about that?”
    This nigga was crazy. All I could do was shake my head and try my best not to say the wrong thing. “I’m not sure, Ray, but my only question is where is my money? You talked about ‘us’ making money and you haven’t dropped one single dime in my lap yet.”
    Ray snapped his finger and turned up the music. “Forgive me for bein’ so goddamn selfish,” he said. “Here you go, baby. Go buy yo’self somethin’ nice.”
    I’ll be damned if Ray didn’t drop a fucking dollar in my lap. He laughed and rolled the steering wheel in circles to do a U-turn. After he blew the horn at a few niggas standing outside, he sped down the street, high as ever and drunk as hell. I wasn’t sure if we’d make it home, but I can honestly say that I had never been so happy to see my raggedy-ass apartment. As soon as Ray parked, I shot inside to go see about my babies. It was almost two o’clock in the morning. Thankfully, when I got inside, they were sound asleep.
    I sighed from relief and went into the bedroom. The first thing I wanted to do was shower, so I gathered my pajamas and a few towels. Ray came into the bedroom and plopped face down on the bed. He was on his way to sleep, until the phone rang. I was never allowed to answer the phone, so I watched as he crawled on the bed and reached for the phone on the nightstand.
    â€œSpeak,” he said.
    I figured that it was one of his partners