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her own hustle. Now for 3 Gs a cheek she would inject anything that she thought would plump those asses up. She worked out of hotel rooms keeping her hustle on the move. The best part was the main bitches that could afford her ass injections were those that worked the poles for their pimp daddies, and those hoes that fucked around with and chased them hustlers. Those very same bitches told all of their business. And those were the niggas that we were after. My plan wasn’tto rob them. Hell no! I just needed to be put on, introduced to all the key players, and then make my move.
SHARIA
    I had been waiting on this day for damn near a year and a half. I needed to show all them muthafuckas around here who really had the last laugh. And, for all who didn’t know, that would be me.
    Niggas thought it was funny when I lost my club for a measly fucking two dollars. Actually, I didn’t lose my club. Briggen stole it from right under me. That was followed up by me losing him to some off-brand bitch who was fucking both, Briggen and his brother, Forever. That nigga, my ex, Briggen, don’t respect nothing. The sad part was he fucked over everybody who cared about him. That’s why I was now in the fast lane headed for Payback. Thanks to my hungry cousin, Mills aka Dark, my day was coming soon. But first things first. I had to stay focused. I had to hook this nigga up with some gear. He needed an outfit to wear to the funeral I was sure that Forever’s people were going to have and to a couple of big parties they had been promoting the shit out of the last few months. If we couldn’t get the leads we needed from the funeral of a former baller and some parties, then we were some sorry-ass muthafuckas that didn’t deserve to come up.
BRIGGEN
    I was driving around the city, veered off and ended up in front of Mia’s. I hadn’t been back home since Nyla came byand told me that Forever was gone, and that was three days ago. I gotta admit I was feeling some kinda way since I cut him off. After all, he was my brother, even though he did do some stupid shit. But hell, who didn’t? Even though I was mad at him, I didn’t want him to die, especially not the way he did, bound to a wheelchair and I got word that he was drowned in bleach.
    Shan had been blowin’ up my phone with texts asking when I was coming home. “I’ll be there when I get there,” I texted her back. Right then, I just needed to clear my head. Partly because she was a big part of this picture. He was fucking her at one time, and then I took her. And plus, I was busy pulling strings to get Forever’s body from the prison in record time. My moms wasn’t having it any other way. She said fuck all of the Bureau of Prison’s red tape.
    I rang the bell and Mia opened up. She and I used to kick it heavy, that is, until Shan came along. Shan showed up right when I thought I was ready to purge myself of anything and anybody that had to do with the streets. That included hustling, Mia, Sharia and Tami. My plan was to go one-hundred percent legit. That notion, however, didn’t last for long. Shan and I had been together for the last two years, but I got bored, living the square life. In less than six months I craved the action of the streets.
    Finally, Mia appeared in the doorway sporting a sheer nightie and not a damn thing else, saving me from my thoughts of one sin while replacing them with another.
    “Damn, girl! Can’t you put on a robe or something?” I inquired, not that I minded her little show.
    “Last time I checked, this was my house. It’s 2 A.M ., andbesides, it ain’t like I’m showing you something you ain’t seen before,” she said as she slammed the door behind me.
    “What’s up, Mia?”
    “For what it’s worth, sorry about Forever.”
    “What else is up, Mia? You called me over here,” I asked, exhausted and exasperated at the same time.
    “And just like the obedient nigga you are, you came running, didn’t you?” she gloated.
    This chick