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with him at all times. The only time he didn’t was when we had meetings.
    “We gonna wait until I say we move.” I said sternly. “Now shut the fuck up you fuckin’ up my concentration.”He huffed a little but then leaned back against the wall with the rest of my crew, they all had guns in hand ready.
    To be seventeen, Paco was the best nigga to have behind a steering wheel when you was in a jam. He had dreams of being a Nascar driver and even hired Grand, Kali’s uncle to teach him how to race. I had to give it to the nigga, he was pretty good at it, too. The only thing with Paco was he was too anxious and too impulsive to take anything seriously. So that was his downfall.
    When I looked at my TAG sports watch I wondered what was takin’ Kali so long. He had one job to do and he was fuckin’ late at doin’ it. But ten minutes later, he came walkin’ downstairs with a little girl wearing a blue dress and his cousin Vaughn who I hated. Like always, he was wearing a brown leather strap on his back wit’ a silver hatchet inside. His favorite large army green duffle bag was in his other hand. He slept from place to place and most of the shit he owned was in the bag. He tossed it to the floor when they reached the bottom step.
    Kali maintained his hold of the girl by her forearm until she shook him off and ran to her father on the pool table. Me, Paco, Kreshon, Herb Dayo and Sick Sense all stood up straight and moved toward him. This wasn’t in the plan so what was she doing here? And why was this nigga Vaughn wit’ him?”
    “Vaughn, get the fuck up out my basement, cuz.” I said.
    “Nigga, what?” He said gripping his tool.
    My men closed in on him and Vaughn looked at us like he wanted to bust off. But he wasn’t that stupid.
    “Cousin, I’ma be upstairs.” He said to Kali, gritting on us. “Let me know when you ready to roll.” Kali was already explosive but Vaughn was his detonator.
    When he went upstairs, I addressed my attention to Kali.
    “Fuck is up, young?” I said lookin’ at the kid. “You was ‘sposed to bring his partner the nigga that ganked us. Why you got shawty? And what the fuck Vaughn doin’ wit’ you?”
    “He drove the car for me to get away.”
    “You know I don’t fuck wit’ that nigga.” I reminded him. “So now he know all our business?”
    “He family, J. He ain’t sayin’ shit.”
    “Fuck that what’s up wit’ the kid? And where is Star?”
    “I couldn’t find him.” Kali said.
    The seven-year old girl hugged her father around the neck as we waited on Kali’s response. Although Bam’s mouth was bound, I could tell by the way his body jerked that he was crying. He ain’t like seeing his kid here no more than we did.
    “Daddy, what’s going on? Why did they take me from school?” She sobbed. “Why won’t they let me go? I want my mommy.”
    Bam, who we kidnapped a few hours earlier, looked at us with pleading eyes. But this shit was his fault. Had he and Star not hit our stash house, he wouldn’t be in this situation.
    “Yo, bitch, shut the fuck up, ‘fore I put somethin’ to your ass.” Kali yelled at the girl. “Screamin’ all up in my man’s crib. I’m sick of hearin’ your mouth.”
    “You don’t tell me what to do! You don’t tell me to do nothin’!” She screamed back.
    Enraged, Kali rushed up to the girl and smacked her in the mouth with the butt of his gun. Blood splashed all over the dress she was wearing and dampened the rug. Now, her DNA was everywhere!
    “Who the fuck is you talkin’ too?” He said aiming his gun at her head. The barrel pressed firmly against her temple. He talked to her as if she was a nigga on the street who just shorted him of his money. “I will blow your mothafuckin’ head off.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was seein’. I was already havin’ a problem killin’ a nigga who was in to me for twenty grand, but killin’ a kid was out of the question.
    “Kali,” I whispered walking up behind him,