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high and he didn’t need to sell drugs. ”
    “Why does he want in now? I thought he was still o n top of his game.” Malcolm responded.
    “I think he’s trying to balance things out now. At first, he maintained by winning large sums of money back to back, but at the same time he took on a lot of responsibility. We all know that if you’re spending money on bills, new furniture, and keeping your woman happy that it ain’t gonna last long if you’re not turning it. Lance can have the best of luck at times, but when it’s a bad night he’s continually spending more money trying to change his luck.”
    Malcolm grinned. “And we all know what happens when that luck doesn’t change. A nigga leave the game looking just as sick as we are right now.” He joked.
    Russell laughed. “Go ‘head on with that man.”
    They rode in silence for a moment then Malcolm glanced over at Russell. “Aye man, how much money did you really have in that bag they took?”
    Russell shook his head. “Man, you don’t wanna know.”
    Malcolm frowned. “You didn’t take your whole stash did you?” Russell was quiet. “Come on man, I know damn well you didn’t take all your money.”
    “Let that shi t go, man.” Russell regretfully said.
    Malcolm raised an eyebrow. “Well, they got thirty-six from me. I did have seventy-two all together, but I removed thirty-thirty six just in case something wasn’t right. I mean, you know I was just being greedy anyway.”
    “Well I was being greedy too. Maybe a lil too greedy,” Russell responded. “I was only supposed to have taken thirty-six thousand myself, but I took everything.”
    “What’s everything?” Malcolm quickly asked.
    “Seventy-two grand,” he whispered.
    “Did you just say seventy-two thousand, Russ? What the fuck were you thinking about?”
    “A quick come-up,” he admitted. “ The only thing left is the twelve grand in Tammy’s personal bank account. Everything else I have is tied up in our Lawn Care business.”
    “Damn, man.” Malcolm said. Even with the money that he took it still wasn’t all the money he had. He wasn’t a fool and learned from the best. He just figured that his homeboy would have better sense than that, but then again, shit happens.

Chapter 4
    Russell stepped inside his house and dropped the travel bags and luggage on the floor. He was still frustrated that his trip didn’t go as planned. What made matters worse was that he was now home and had to face his wife. He walked down the hallway dreading each step the closer he got.
    He felt the immediate tension upon entering the master bedroom. He glimpsed over at Tammy as she sat on the edge of their king sized sleigh bed. Her foot was shaking rapidly from side to side. She was upset and he knew it. For that matter, he knew why.
    “Babe,” he said already pacing at the foot of the bed. “I don’t even know where to start.” He scratched his head, clearing his throat. Tammy didn’t say a word as she stared at him. She didn’t know whether to feel hurt or angry so she reared back on the pillows propped against the headboard and folded her arms. Her neck rolled slowly from one side to the other.
    Her disgusted stare at him made him feel worse as she sat there with a mean pout. He knew that he had to think about his choice of words carefully before he came at her. “Well, um.” He said dropping his head. It was always hard for him to explain his case when facing Tammy. Her beauty alone did something to him, but the way she’d stare at him with her juicy lips curled up on one end and a raised eyebrow that said she wasn’t having it, really took the cake. He glimpsed back at her then looked away quickly. She had that look and it expressed that she wasn’t in the mood for his shit.
    “ I know I haven’t actually been there for you like I should’ve been, considering the shit that happened Saturday evening, but I apologize for that.” His voice raised a little. “You just don’t know
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