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was so fast when he prepared it that she was sure she would miss the
whole thing if she looked away for a brief moment.
    Ashley’s eyes’ wandered up to his lips. They had a purple tint
to them from smoking a lot of weed. She could also tell that he was of
Dominican decent. His smooth jet-black hair was a dead giveaway. Plus, the
amber hue of his honey colored skin did nothing to hide his heritage.
    Rio was six-one with eyes the color of chestnuts. With broad
shoulders, muscular arms and washed board abs, his physical appearance reminded
her of a basketball player. The tapered fade and trimmed beard he rocked looked
good on him. Rio’s choice of clothing was simple black dickies and a black
button up with black Louboutin sneakers on his feet.
    Ashley watched him blow the smoke out of his mouth slowly. She
smirked because they were both wearing black and she was also rocking
Louboutins. She was curious to find out who dressed him.
    “Who dressed you?” Ashley asked Rio.
    “Excuse me, ma” he replied taking another puff of the blunt
before blowing out another cloud of smoke. He and Mark looked over at each
other and chuckled.
    “I dressed my damn self. I’m sure you dressed yourself.”
    “I meant, who picked out your outfit? The only reason I
asked is because the shit is on point. You rarely if ever see dudes wearing
Louboutin around here.”
    Choice looked at her friend and decided to come to her
friends rescue. “She’s into fashion and she has an eye for clothes.”
    “I picked it out. I pick out all of my clothes. I don’t need
anybody to do it for me. I take it you like my outfit.
    Ashley nodded her head. “Indeed.”
    Rio could feel someone staring at him so he looked around
the club until he found who the eyes belonged to while inhaling the potent
greenery as a mug settled on his face. Rio had only been in Miami for a month
and he was already having problems with Finesse and Profit, two brothers from little Haiti. They were affiliated with some
niggas named Wise and Butter.
    Rio didn’t know Butter or Wise personally. He knew that
Supreme had killed them though and Profit and Finesse hated anyone who fucked
with Supreme because killing Wise and Butter had destroyed their coke hustle.
Rio didn’t care. He was down for whatever. If they had a problem with Supreme,
they sure as hell had one with him and that wasn’t good.
    Rio didn’t have anyone but himself to think about, no woman
and no kids. He never knew his father and his mother had passed away from
cancer when he was six years old. After her passing, her brother had come to
the United States to raise him as best he could. If they wanted to touch anyone
he loved, they would have a hard time doing so.
    The only person he had was his uncle Israel who had moved
back to the Dominican Republic. His uncle had made sure he was financially
secure with his drug money and was able to survive New York on his own. Rio had
been his uncle’s first and only student. Israel showed him and taught him the
tricks of the drug game at a very young age. Rio could easily call his uncle or
fly out to let him know about the problems he was having with Profit and
Finesse but he wouldn’t do it.
    He’d never had to call his uncle before and he wasn’t going
to start. He was a man who could handle his own problems. If Profit and Finesse
had unfinished business with Supreme, Rio didn’t have a problem taking care of
the loose ends. Supreme was a family man now and he was out of the game.
Supreme’s problems were Rio’s problems too, especially if it concerned beef.
    Ashley turned around in her seat to see who had Rio’s
attention. A small crowd of girls were dancing close to one another.
    “Who are you looking at?” She asked him curiously.
    “I wasn’t looking at anyone in particular, just a couple of
those chicks,” Rio lied.
    Choice looked over at Rio. His mannerisms were just like
Supreme’s and she could read him like a book. She knew when he wasn’t