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number man who had made the transition to heroine after seeing how much money there was to make during the Vietnam War. But he was a thorn in Benny’s side. The old man didn’t want to see the young hood star rise above him, and had threatened Benny’s life by putting a street contract on his head. Benny wasn’t scared. He had mad love in his city and he only had one mentality: hit Sherman before Sherman hit him. Get or get got. They had been playing a game of hide-and-seek with one another for weeks, but when his right-hand man whispered in his ear, “We know where he at,” Benny knew that it was his lucky day.
    When they pulled up to the small, dilapidated, one-story house, Benny ensured that his gun was loaded. “Keep the car running,” he told one of his goons as he and his right-hand man, Wood, got out of the car. “We’re in and out.” Benny knew that the murder would not take long. He did not intend on making Sherman suffer. He wasn’t about games, only gunplay. One shot to the head would get the job done, and then he would be gone like a thief in the night.
     
     
    “Please don’t do this,” she begged as she tried to pull her shirt out of his grasp. “Ma!” she called out. Her cries were useless. Her mother so far gone from the liquor that she could not awaken until after she slept it off.
    “Bitch, shut up and take this dick. Consider it a blessing,” he said as he backhanded her so hard it sent her flying to the floor. Justine scooted away from him as she held her face, feeling the gash that his watch had made, as hot, salty tears burned the wound. She shook her head and backed up until her back hit the wall. “Please ...” she sobbed. She watched him look down at her devilishly as he removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He removed his gun and placed it near his pants, and got down on the floor, grabbing her legs forcefully as she tried to kick him off.
    “No!” she yelled, terrified. “Mama! Wake up!”
    “Yeah, I bet you this young pussy tight,” he said lustfully as he began to kiss her neck, ignoring her desperate pleas. The scent of him made her stomach turn as her fists beat his chest in protest. He pried her young legs open, forcing them so far apart that pain shot through her lower back. She brought her knee up as hard as she could to his groin, but he moved just in time. “Look, bitch. Be still!” he yelled as he grabbed her head and slammed it as hard as he could against the floor. Justine saw stars as her head fell to the side. Disoriented, she couldn’t fight back as bells went off in her head. She could feel his hard penis at her opening as tears trailed her cheeks and graced the floor. Please, God, let him be quick, she prayed as she reached out in a desperate attempt to save herself.
     
     
    Benny Atkins kicked in the door and rushed in with his guns aimed, ready to hit anything moving.
    “What the fuck!” Sherman cried out as he turned around to see Benny standing behind him. He had been caught in the worst way, with his pants down.
    “Fuck you doing, ol’ man?” Wood asked in disgust as he looked at Justine sprawled out across the floor, crying.
    Benny instantly recognized the girl as the fresh chick from the skating rink, and he trained his pistol on Sherman. “You like little girls, my nigga?” he asked.
    “Nah, Benny ... you know how it is. I was just having a little fun, playa,” Sherman said nervously as he pulled up his underwear.
    “Don’t look like she having too much fun,” Benny said, his eyes turning dark with every word he spoke. “Help her up, Wood,” he instructed.
    Justined was crying so hard that she couldn’t get up from the floor. All the while her mother lay clueless on the couch. She felt Wood scoop her in his arms and help her stand.
    “Come on, man. You can have the streets, Benny. Just put the gun down. I taught you everything you know, man. Return the favor and put the gun away.” Sherman spoke fast so he could buy himself