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two houses over has a brand new drop top Corvette. I saw her checkin’ it out the other day. She said that shit was tight.”
    “There it is. Get her one better than his so she can stunt on his ass.” I looked at the world outside.
    “Yep, that’s perfect, I’ma get her a Stingray . Her favorite color is red so it has to be a red convertible. I’ma have that shit delivered to her house so she ain’t gotta go too far to thank me.” Peck nodded his head and smiled widely.
    I leaned back in my seat. “Alright, let’s go to Felix Chevrolet down town then.”
    “Already.” Peck tapped the steering wheel. “Ay man, you ready for this meeting tomorrow? Tyce said he has some news. You know what it is?”
    “Naw, he jus’ told me to be at Sabrina’s by eight.” I shrugged.
    “He told me that too. I guess we’ll see tomorrow.”

~I Know Him
     
    Dallas and I were watching a UFC fight on pay per view at the house. The coffee table before us supported a platter full of wings, chips, fresh salsa, and of course last but not least a bottle of Patron. Dallas sported her customary boy shorts for the evening chill session. She knew how to catch my eye and the army print joints she wore tonight made it hard for me to keep my focus on the wide screen. She had her hair up in a banana clip completing the casually sexy outfit.
    She pointed at the screen with a chicken wing. “Ok , so why didn’t he get disqualified jus’ now. He jus’ hit him in the face with his elbow. You can’t do that in a fight.”
    I had to chuckle a bit. “This ain ’t boxing babe, this is mixed martial arts. In these fights you can use your elbows and knees. The only thing you can’t do is knee somebody in the face when they’re down and dirty shit like that. Watch this shit.” I pointed at the screen with honey hot sauce on my finger tip. “John Jones ain’t no joke, he’s about to handle this nigga.”
    Dallas took a sip of her beer and watched the 70 inch screen closely.
    “Speakin’ of handling niggas…I got some info on the other crew.”
    Dallas bit into her wing as I continued to talk. She was too busy watching John Jones annihilate his opponent.
    “The crew’s ran by a dude named Jax. He specializes in…”
    Dallas jumped in front of my words. “Did you say his name was Jack or Jax?”
    “Jax.” I repeated.
    “I heard of him.” She looked at me sharply.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah, he used to fuck with some of the girls I used to work with off and on.”
    “You ever fuck with him?”
    “ Naw, I never met him personally. I jus’ heard his name floating around here and there. Honey had to stop sending him dates cuz the girls started to complain about his temper and shit.”
    “Oh ok…so he likes to throw temper tantrums like a lil ’ white kid in Toys “R” Us.”
    Dallas snickered when she heard that comment.
    “You should spank his ass and put him in time out.” She winked at me.
    “I plan to.” I took a shot of tequila to wash down my wings.
    Now came the part of the evening I wasn’t really sure about.
    “Dallas, I wanna tell you somethin’ I think you should know.”
    “Wasup?” She took another sip of her beer.
    I paused briefly before I broke my own man code.
    “Quiana wants to fuck me when the job is over. She asked me to think about it.” I took another shot and braced myself.
    “Oh, is that all?” Dallas wa ved her hand. “I knew that hoe wanted to fuck you by the way she was lookin’ at you in that empty store the day we met her. She wasn’t foolin’ me. Remember, I used to work men for a livin’. I can spot a hoe ass bitch from a mile away, in the dark, or in a damn rain storm. She may be a criminal mastermind, but at the end of the day…the bitch likes to fuck.”
    I was pleasantly surprised. “ Damn, I figured you might trip a bit. I was a lil’ hesitant to tell you. I thought you were gonna go all hell naw, hold up, wait a minute on me.” I held up my hand and rolled my