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you say that?”
“Tommy, you just got robbed a week ago. You know the old saying in the street: If the niggas know, the police know.”
Tommy walked over and hugged Nia.
“Tommy, I don’t know if I can go on like this anymore. I was telling my friend the other day that I feel like I’m in one of those street lit books.”
“What books?”
“You know … A Hustler’s Wife , Little Ghetto Girl …”
“Listen, baby, this ain’t no book. This is real life.”
Her eyes had expanded. “I know, but I can’t help the fact that I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. You, of all people, don’t have anything to worry about. I would never involve you in my life. I remember what happened to Jamal and how he had his girl on the run with him and shit. I ain’t that kind of nigga.”
Their eyes met and held.
“Listen, I have a goal. As soon as I make my goal, I’m out of this shit; I’m finished with this lifestyle forever. I promise, babe.”
Nia walked over and grabbed the briefcase. “Tommy, two hundred thousand dollars is in here; why ain’t this enough? You have no kids and you are not married. Why ain’t that enough?”
Tommy considered it. He did have a lot of money, and he could probably do a lot with it. He’d thought about a legitimate profession, like running car lots, and investing in real estate, but he hadn’t pursued it.
“Tommy, I know we aren’t the ideal couple. I mean, our sex is horrible … but, Tommy, you have such a big heart and you are such a good person … I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me. See, a lot of people go outside their crews and that’s when shit gets ugly for them. Me, Twin, and JoJo have been knowing each other since the sandbox. I know those are my niggas.”
Nia sat down while Tommy went in the room and got another bag full of money. They continued to count.
When they finished, there was a total of four hundred thousand dollars in the house.
*****
    When Tommy and Twin got off the plane at the Miami International Airport, two men in plain clothes met them.
“Tommy and Brandon?” the taller of the two men called out. Tommy stared without saying a word.
Twin looked at the two men then said, “Who the fuck are you?” The shorter of the two agents flashed his badge. “I’m agent Rawls
    and this is my partner. We’re with DEA, Miami division.”
“Yeah? And what do you want with us?” Tommy asked nervously. “We just want to talk.”
“About what?”
“Follow us. We’ll go somewhere private. Do you boys drink coffee?” “Are we under arrest?”
“No. Just want to ask some questions.”
“We don’t know shit about drugs. All I know is they’re bad for
you,” Twin said.
    The tall agent laughed. “It’s funny you would say that, Brandon, because according to our information, you’ve done time for drugs already. Remember that possession case when the police raided your girlfriend’s apartment and found those five ounces of coke?”
    “Yeah, but I’ve done my time for that. We need to get our bags and head to the beach. We’re on vacation.”
“From what? You don’t have jobs.”
“We have to be going.” Tommy said, sidestepping the two officers.
“Listen, I want you to take heed to this warning: You have to be lucky all your life, but we only have to be lucky once. Drug dealers always slip up.”
“Have a good day officers.”
*****
    Manny met Tommy in the lobby of his hotel. They greeted one another with a hug.
“Let’s go somewhere for drinks,” Manny said.
“Not right now.”
Manny looked confused. “We always go for drinks. What’s wrong?”
“The feds approached us when we got off the plane.”
Manny laughed. “And you are worried, huh?”
“Hell yeah, man. I don’t want no part of those mothafuckas.”
“You know how many times I’ve been approached by the feds? I don’t give a damn about them. If they lock me up, I’m going to get out. If they charge me, I’ll have the