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you. You need to be more responsible.”
    â€œWhatever,” Jah got up and headed into the kitchen.
    Yoshi glared at his departing back. She looked around her tastefully decorated living room that now resembled a club house with empty beer bottles and overflowing ash trays. She loved Jah, but sometimes his irresponsibility and lack of motivation got on her damn nerves.
    For as much of a pain as Jah could be, Yoshi couldn’t deny that he had won over parts if her heart that no other man could think of sniffing. Back in those days she was shaking her ass at various strip clubs and trimming cats for their bread. Her mentality back then was “I don’t give a fuck, if it’s about a buck.” Her outlook was drastically changed when she was beaten and gang raped by a scorned trick and his minions. After that she felt so low in life that nothing could pick her up, until Jah.
    Up until then she had never seen him as much more than Paul’s wild-ass little brother, but Jah showed her a much deeper side. It touched her how he could give so much of himself and not ask for anything in return, but it was his passion that made her love him.
    After the rape, death rode Harlem like a dark horse—with Jah holding the reigns. All of Yoshi’s attackers and those close to them met horrible deaths. Though Jah never admitted to it, the word on the street was that his vengeance was of legendary proportions. When he put her mental demons to rest he helped her reconstruct her physical self. He hovered over her like a guardian until Yoshi felt like she was ready to face the world again, but this time she wouldn’t have to do it alone.

    Yoshi loved having a man to pamper her the way Jah did, but she sometimes felt selfish about it. Jah was a wolf, and she knew the call of the pack rang heavy in his ears; but he still put her first, which was no easy task for a man like Jah. He was a predator, and the block was his jungle. Being away from that was, in a sense, removing a piece of who he was, and it showed in the way he hung around the house smoking weed with Tech. He and Spooky still made moves, but Jah wasn’t in the thick anymore.
    Once Yoshi was well again she was back on her paper chase, but she wasn’t stripping anymore. True had gotten her a job doing wardrobe and makeup on video sets, to try and make up for what had happened. Though he wasn’t a part of the act, he felt guilty because they were his crew. It didn’t take long for record execs to recognize Yoshi’s fashion sense, and she found herself doing plenty of freelance work. Yoshi became known as an up-and-coming stylist and everyone wanted to work with her. In no time, Yoshi was back to doing what she did best, stack cheese.
    Being that Yoshi was now in the entertainment business, she rubbed elbows with a lot of heavyweights, some not being the most savory characters. She instantly saw the potential in it for Jah and plugged him. Jah was making anywhere from three to five thousand a night just to hang around. Every once in a while he might have to slap somebody, but hell, he’d been doing that for free since Yoshi knew him. Things went well at first, but after a while Jah seemed to lose interest and withdrew to the apartment. Now, Jah did his part and they weren’t strapped for cash, but having him around the house 24/7 was starting to blow hers.
    â€œWhere’re you off to,” Jah said as he came out of the kitchen with a forty-ounce in his hand.
    â€œWork,” she said, snatching her keys off the coffee table. “Stacks Green and his crew are shooting a video in the city this week, and they’ve got that grudge match with Don B’s team at the King Dome next weekend. He said he tried to call you about doing security but you haven’t called him back.”
    â€œI’ll get around to it,” Jah said unenthusiastically. Jah had indeed
gotten the message Stacks’s assistant had left him,