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know me better than that.”
    Eavesdropping, Shan charged down the stairs. “Oh, we know you alright.”
    Nyla laughed. “So, you conveniently forgot all about how your woman was being passed around from brother to brother? You and Forever both was diggin’ in this ho’s pussy. We was just one big ole happy fuckin’ family, wasn’t we? Oh, that don’t count? Brig, watch what I tell you. You better get rid of this plastic bitch! She ain’t all about you, the way she claim to be. She don’t mean you no good.”
    “That’s it, bitch!” Shan stormed up to her, grabbed her by the throat, and pushed her out the front door and slammed it shut. I didn’t know she was that strong and could move that fast.
    A few seconds later I heard glass shatter. Nyla had thrown a brick through the window.
    “You and that bitch will pay! Mark my words!” Nyla yelled, and then gave the door one last pound before storming off the porch, jumping in her car and tearing out of the driveway.
SHAN
    As I stood by the window watching Nyla storm off and peel out of our driveway, I couldn’t help but conjure up a smile. I was sure I wasn’t the only one who wanted that nigga Forever dead, and if he suffered any, that would be the icing on the cake. But the news that he died alone actually tickled me. Words could not explain the humiliation I felt when he used me to bring in his dope, fucked me, and when I got pregnant, wanted me to get an abortion, making it clear that I was just a fuck and a sucka.
    The thought crossed my mind to go to the funeral, but I quickly brushed that off. For one, if I saw Nyla again, it would be on. And two, I would end up spitting in Forever’s cold face. That would cause too much drama for Briggen. I was gloating that Forever was gone. However, my moment came to a screeching halt when Briggen stormed out of the house without saying a word.

CHAPTER TWO
     
DARK
    It was Monday afternoon, and I was amped. I was free! I was relieved that there were three killings and a wounded guard the same day I killed him. They didn’t even get a chance to question me about Forever’s death. It didn’t matter now. I was gone. And I had just taken two flights from Virginia to Detroit. I ate a hot dog and cheese fries from Nathan’s, a burger from Johnny Rockets and had ice cream from Baskin Robbins. It was a step up from the usual prison cuisine. But I had to admit, the airports were intimidating to a killer like me. I was getting lost and feeling like everyone knew I was lost and had just stepped out of prison.
    “I’ma freeeee man!” I sang out loud as I leaned over and kissed my cousin and partner-in-crime, Sharia, on the cheek. She picked me up in a black Porsche SUV, with the peanut butter seats. I didn’t even know there was such a thing.
    “Nigga, I don’t know where your lips been!” she said as she wiped my kiss off her cheek. “And fasten your seat belt.”
    “Girl, you betta stop playin’ and recognize. I’m about to make you rich!” I told her.
    “Negro, please! We about to make each other rich. You need me—remember? Plus, I’ma be puttin’ in work, too,” Sharia proclaimed proudly, wheeling her smooth ride through the airport traffic.
    “Giving me info and gettin’ all pretty to sit up at the bar ain’t puttin’ in work,” I teased.
    Yeah, I was only teasing. And she was right. I needed her. Even though Forever put me up on game, he wasn’t out here on the streets with up-to-date intel. I needed real, live info on the new players. Those on top and the ones tryna get there. I needed to get close to somebody high up on the food chain and for what I needed done, only a chick could do. And who better than a bad-ass bitch like Sharia and someone close to me that I could trust.
    Sharia was that bitch that made it possible for all them pole-dancing hoes to have those big asses. Her shit was illegal. She learned from a plastic surgeon that she used to work for and took what he was doing and made it