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it. Mance saw Lamar like a brother, and he was blind to the way she acted around Lamar. She didn’t have
     any feelings for Lamar… she just liked to fuck and that was that. Their kissing caused another erection, so she unzipped his
     pants, pulled out his dick, lowered her head and sucked him off with her eye-rolling head game.
    Polo sat in his ride a few feet from Bizzy’s crib, unsure how to step on Bizzy. What if Tanisha had been wrong and gotten
     Bizzy mixed up? Bizzy was known to carry his hammer at all times and wasn’t afraid to use it. Polo touched the .38 snub-nose
     that lay in his lap. He wished he had his .45 but the D’s had it. Tanisha’s warning rang in his head.
    Don’t you go off doin’ nothing crazy and end up in jail.
    Polo refused to even think about jail. But damn, he had to do something. A nigga tried to merk his family. He knew Tink would
     be okay, but he still had to do something. Making up his mind to put the .38 in hispocket, he stepped out into the cold. Just as he was about to close the door, Bizzy snuck up behind him and stuck something
     hard into the middle of his back.
    At the same time, Lil’ Rick was in Goldsboro, North Carolina, in a hotel, eating a Pizza Hut pizza and watching TV. Datwon’s
     BMW was at the chop shop being stripped, and the meth would hit the streets tomorrow. When his cell phone rang, he wiped his
     greasy fingers, then answered the call on the third ring.
    “What it do?” he answered.
    “Boy, shit is crazy,” his cousin Melanie said.
    “Whut, Kaseem lookin’ for me?” he asked. Not that he really gave a damn.
    “Don’t know about that. But guess who got shot?”
    “Who?”
    “Tink.”
    “Word!” he picked up the remote and pressed the MUTE button.
    “Yeah. My girl Lori just told me about it. Said it was a drive-by and that he was hit in his back.”
    “Is he dead?”
    “Don’t think so. You know Lori be twisting the facts and shit.”
    “Yeah, I know.”
    “So… you still gonna hit me off with some bread?”
    “Yeah, and don’t worry about me. Just keep your eyes and ears open on Kaseem and his boys.”
    “I got you. Well, I’ll talk to you later, be safe.”
    Lil’ Rick hung up, tossing the flip phone back on thelumpy pillow. He thought about Tink.
Damn, what did he do to rate a drive-by? Nigga wasn’t pushing no weight or nothing.
He bit into his pepperoni pizza and chewed with his mind on Tink. Lil’ Rick considered Tink to be his nigga, and he knew
     how tight Tink and Polo were. He wondered if Polo was out to get some revenge, and if he was, Lil’ Rick wanted to help. After
     his lick on Datwon, he now carried a Glock nine-millimeter… one that he was ready to use. Making up his mind, he turned the
     TV off, grabbed another slice of pizza, then headed out the door. His ride was a tan Toyota Camry XLE that belonged to one
     of his cousins who stayed in Goldsboro. Pulling out, he started to dial Polo’s cell phone number but changed his mind on the
     last digit. He would just wait until he reached Raleigh. Drama was definitely in the forecast tonight.
    Polo’s heart skipped a few beats as Bizzy laughed in his ear and asked for a ride.
    “Nigga, you need to be on point in the hood. Especially ridin’ ’round in this fly whip.”
    Polo played along. If Bizzy had had anything to do with Tink being shot he would have made it known. When Polo pulled from
     the curb with Bizzy in the passenger seat he remained quiet. But not Bizzy.
    “Yo, Polo… I gotta tell you somethin’ but you gotta keep it on the hush. Can you do that?”
    “What’s up?”
    Bizzy started from the beginning and told Polo how Mance had approached him about Lil’ Rick. Heexplained how he only suspected that Mance wanted to rough Lil’ Rick up over some money or some shit. Kaseem and his team
     had been in Raleigh for two and a half years and had yet to bust any guns. Until tonight.
    “You know about Lil’ Rick messin’ wit my girl so I don’t too