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streets. Biz wouldn't tell anyone what she did, for fear of losing respect. What he would do was have people looking for her. She had to figure out her next move. She had plenty of people too turn to, but none she trusted and not one that could handle a situation like this. There was one person that she thought she could trust. She downed the rest of her beer snatched her keys and left as the sun was fading; 20 minutes later, she was in front of his house. She reassured herself silently that this was the right move as she parked in the driveway.
    Angelique stood in front of the door, debating if she should knock, "Fuck it," She said knocking on the door.
"Jus’ a minute." A female voice sang.
    Moments later a woman wearing a G-string bikini
    opened the door. The woman just stared at her with piercing eyes, bulging with attitude.
Amused, Angelique asked, "Is Omar here?"
"Who tha fuck are you?" The doorman snapped.
Holding back her laugh Angelique answered, "A friend."
"What kind of muthafuckin’ friend!" She asked crossing her arms.
"Look bitch, I don't want him, I wanna see him. Now get ya fake “ Sports Illustrated Swim Suit” ass in there and get him."
"Tasha, who is it?" Omar yelled from the back yard.
    Angelique struck a model pose as Tasha stepped aside so he could get a better look. Omar instantly recognized the woman he dreamed about fucking since high school. Dreaming was all he would do; he still thought Angelique was bad news.
"Yo baby, let her in." He ordered.
Angelique walked pass Tasha looking straight ahead.
"Bitch." Tasha hissed.
"That you don't wanna fuck with," Angelique retorted.
    Omar was sitting in the hot tub on the patio. Angelique spotted a chair and sat. Tasha threw her hips east to west harder than she had to as she approached the hot tub and slowly climbed in. She possessively rubbed Omar’s chest and kissed the lion head tattoo on his neck.
"What brings you here girl?" He asked enjoying the attention.
"I need to ask you somethin’."
"Wasup?" He said curiously.
    Angelique was suddenly nervous. Maybe it was because she didn't know what he would say after she asked.
She licked her lips, "I need to know where Tyce lives. I also need his phone number. Trust me, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."
    Angelique was aware that Tyce never let anyone know where he rested. The only person that knew the address to the bat cave was Omar. Biz kept Tyce's phone number private, so she didn't have that either. Tyce was the only person she could think of when it came to trust and who she knew wasn’t afraid of Biz. Therefore, she had to ask Omar and hope he cooperated.
Omar studied her, "You good?" He questioned.
"Yes, I jus’ need to see him that's all." She offered.
“Ok…I was jus’ askin’ ‘cuz you got a bruise on your face.” Omar cocked his head to the
side.
Tasha giggled, “Yeah bitch who whooped yo
ass?”
Angelique didn’t flinch a bit, “It’s nothin’ I can’t handle…are you gonna help me or not, I really need to talk to him.”
"Yo, I can't give you tha spot, but I'll give you his cell number. If he wants you there, he'll let you know. That's the best I can do ma." Omar said sensing her drama.
"Thanks O." Angelique said relieved.
    Tasha tried to kill Angelique with her eyes. How the fuck is this bitch gonna come up in here and get Tyce's number, just like that. She had been crushing on Tyce for months and he never paid her any mind. So she snagged the next best thing, his best friend.
    The black Jag pulled up slowly and rolled to a stop in the circular driveway. As soon as she left Omar's, Angelique quickly dialed Tyce's number and asked could she come by. He immediately gave her directions without any questions. Now she was nervous as she looked out her window and seen him standing on his porch. Her pussy smiled as her eyes took in the gorgeous view; he was wearing red sweats and a red wife beater. The tattoos on his thick arms were highlighted by the
    overhead porch lights; it