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to the crib because he might have them boys watching.” Kortez and Davion exchanged angry looks. I knew right then that they had some shit in mind for this nigga Breland.
    “Damn, now I see what was so important. Seven keys of lost work. Well regardless, it’s a blessing that you didn't get caught with that much product on you. That much work would have been ten years or better,” Davion asserted.
                  “Yeah I would a been fucked around. That’s why I clocked the police officer in his face. I wasn't about to go down like that. You know I wasn't about to go down without a fight,” Jacori said.
    “Mane I thought my day was wild y’all, but your day tops all of ours. We need to find Breland and figure out what the fuck happened to them keys.” Kortez stated.
    We all shook our heads in agreement. Shit had just got real and I didn't know if the police were still looking for a nigga, so I knew that I was going to have to lay low for a little while. I despised not telling Legacy before I told my crew, but sometimes she got too turned up; we needed to keep level heads about this. I had to constantly remind her that I wore the pants in our marriage. Plus, she was quick to make assumptions and honestly my story didn’t sound all that believable. She was going to be pissed off with me when she finally found out.
    Right now was mind over matter. My mind was on this come up I was about to plan because I refuse to struggle from a loss. Any work lost was money gone. Thank God my wife was the plug and none of my boys knew it because Legacy taught me that money was the root of all evil and she was all about them dollar signs. If they only knew who her father was, they would be able to understand just how crucial this shit was. Legacy was probably going to be talking reckless when I told her what went down.
    After our meeting Javon left my house to go check on the trap house. Kortez mentioned that he and Alisha was having issues, so he left to go home; he probably wasn’t really going home, but that was none of my business. Davion and Makayla were beefing as usual, but I couldn’t worry about that either. I needed to come up with some answers for my own problems. The streets were about to be talking pretty soon and if it was made known that I took a lost at the hands of a dope fiend, then my credibility and marriage was shot.
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
                                Makayla’s Rage
MAKAYLA
     
    I woke up and rolled over to the other side of the bed. It was cold and empty so I realized that this nigga had left me in the bed by myself. I walked to the closet to fetch my silky bath robe. After tying my robe up tight, I lit the remainder of the blunt that he had sitting on the nightstand.  
                  “Davion!” I yelled with the blunt hanging from my lip.
    After calling his name and walking room to room, the realization set in that he had fucked me over. He really killed my vibe and I was going to have to show him that he was beginning to make my heart grow cold. One thing you don't do is fuck with a woman's heart. I had been nothing but loyal and good to this man, but I see now that he was taking my kindness for weakness. Rage coursed throughout my body. Davion was about to feel the wrath of a real scorned woman. He was full of shit.
    I felt used and abused. How could he fuck me then wait until I was sleeping to up and disappear like I was some common hoe? A light bulb popped on inside my mind and I instantly ran to our bedroom closet grabbing as much shit as I could and quickly filled two suitcases. I grabbed Armani suits, G Shock watches, Gucci ties, and whatever else I could get my hands on. I dragged the heavy suitcases outside to the freshly cut front lawn; all while still smoking my blunt.
    I walked to the back of the house to grab the gasoline can and lighter fluid. After pouring gasoline onto the suitcases, I took one last pull