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in this dirty game. When the money was late Armando took that as a sign that he was being set up or something was wrong. His motto was shoot first ask questions last.
    Apparently, Silk was telling the truth but it didn’t matter now because the money was already in his account plus he had the drugs. It was a win win for him as far as he was concerned.
    “You should have been on time for something besides a court date Silk.” He spoke aloud as he exited the small room.

Madre
     
                  Pamela spread cream cheese over the honey wheat bagel and took a small bite. She put it back on the saucer-sized plate and picked up her phone dialing her son’s number.
    “Hey mom.” Tyce answered on the third ring.
    “Hi son how are you?”
    “I’m doin’ good, jus’ settling in.”
    “Yeah I wanted to give you a chance to get adjusted before I called you…maybe we could ummm get some lunch one day this week?”
    Tyce got up from the bed and walk ed to the bathroom. His birthday suit was all he wore as he strolled to the restroom trying to shake the sleep from his brain.
    “I got a better idea.” Tyce turned on the sink facet. “Why don’t you come over for dinner and meet Angelique and Dallas tomorrow night.”
    “Ok that sounds good, what time should I be there?”
    “Uhhh just come by about seven, I’ll text you the address after we hang up.”
    Pamela pushed her bagel away from her and stood up from the table walking toward the window in her kitchen.
    “Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked again seriously.
    “Yeah mom, I’m fine, are you ok?” Tyce put the phone on speaker and placed it on the sink. He splashed water on his face to help wake him up.
    “Tyce I saw the billboard.”
    There was a long pause. Grabbing a towel off the rack he dried his face and sighed.
    “It’s nothing mom, I can handle it.”
    “I assume it’s Diego that’s behind it…am I right?” Pamela stared at her flowers just to the right of the porch.
    “Yeah I’m pretty sure it’s him but I can handle Diego, he aint shit.”
    “Never underestimate you r enemy Tyce.” Pamela schooled.
    “Don’t overestimate him either, I’ve come too far to let some green chili eatin’ bitch take me out.”
    “Sometimes you have to know when to walk away son.” Pamela eyed a humming bird as it hovered near her yellow roses.
    “Now aint that time, I’d be walkin’ for the rest of my life, and I don’t need that kinda exercise.” Pamela dropped the subject for now, “Ok Tyce…I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow night.”
    The phone went silent on the sink as she ended the call. Women don’t understand the nature of men. Diego wouldn’t stop looking for me…ever. I had to deal with him in order to move on with my life. I wasn’t like the bitch ass niggas that saturated the cities of America. Those niggas was all gangsta when it came to doing the crime but were all pussy when the consequences showed up. He should have took the five million as a loss and let that shit go, instead he chose to fuck with me…bad idea.
    Angelique walked into the bathroom as Tyce started the shower.
    “Hey babe, Sway is outside, he jus’ pulled up.”
    “Ok, tell him I’ll be down in like 20 minutes.”
    Angelique focused her attention on the caramel colored ass on display right in front of her. She’d always had a thing for a man’s butt and Tyce’s rear end was smooth and muscular. It was the kinda ass a woman could hold onto while she was getting worked over in the missionary position!
    “You got time for a quickie?” Angelique bit her bottom lip.
    Tyce flashed a sexy grin, “I got ‘bout ten minutes…you think you can get off in ten minutes?” “I know I can get on in one minute, the other nine will take care of itself.”
    Angelique undressed like her clothes were on fire and hopped in the shower. She assumed the position as her man came up from behind like her ass was stopped at a red light. Tyce gripped her waist