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the three sisters he said, “What can I give you ladies to drop whatever beef you have with this sister?” He reached in his pocket and pulled out the wad of cash he’d just gotten from the bank, envelope included.
    Brownie looked at Ashur and then her enemies. She knew their beef ran deep. Two generations deep. Their family didn’t like her dark family members, thinking they were too ugly because of their skin tone, and Brownie’s family couldn’t stand their mix-breed members thinking they believed they were better than the world. Society peppered the media with inconsistent images of beauty, and they were all brainwashed.
    “Nigga, this bitch is gonna get the business today,” sister one said. “So why don’t you just crawl back in that Lincoln and move to wherever you came from.”
    “I see she’s unreasonable.” He looked at sister two. “What do you say?” He raised the cash bundle. “You wanna make some paper or not?”
    “Why don’t you mind your fucking business?” Brownie interrupted, eager to add their faces to the list of slashes she’d created over the years. “I don’t need no fucking help from you or nobody else!”
    He laughed and said, “Listen here, bitch, you can talk swiftly to these three sluts over here, but you not gonna speak to me like you fucking crazy. Now I’m trying to save your life, and when I do you owe me, and you better be good at it too. We got an understanding?”
    Brownie had never met a man who talked to her so seriously, so she remained silent. Most men knew about her cousins and wouldn’t dare break bad, knowing it could be hazardous to their health.
    “Like I was saying,” he continued, focusing back on the women, “what can I offer you ladies?”
    The sisters looked at each other and sister one said, “Unless you plan on killing this bitch, you can’t do nothing for me, man.”
    Then they turned to Brownie and sister two said, “We’ll see you again.”
    “Count on it,” Brownie said, wiping the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand.
    When the sisters walked away, he offered Brownie a ride and she accepted, curious. She wanted to know what kind of man Ashur was, and although she had a boyfriend named Jay, who she’d been with since high school, he never wanted to be with her in public.
    Before long, she started spending more time with Ashur, and less time with Jay. It wasn’t long before they realized they both shared the same sick personalities and traits. They both loved street boxing because of its gore and violence, and they both wanted children. They drank hard and played harder and, after a while, only the sickest pleasures could entertain them properly. At the end of the day, their happiness meant others would have to suffer and that was the bottom line.
     
    “You my crazy baby,” Ashur said as he tossed the empty beer can in the cooler and went to grab another. He was still thinking about the driver they’d just scared off. He handed the beer to Brownie so she could open it. “You know I would kill you if you left me, don’t you?”
    “What you think I’ll do to you?” Brownie smiled, handing him the beer. Thinking back on Theo, Brownie said, “I bet you that bitch will stay out our business now.” She was referring to Theo’s mother, Dinette, who used to be her good friend. “Telling mothafuckas we had something to do with that robbery at that convenience store last week. That bitch just jealous we ain’t let her and Tommy in on that shit. Everybody knows when it come to busting a gun, he suckers up.”
    “I hear you, but I told you before that you gotta watch who you hang around. Now you finally seeing what happens when you don’t listen to me. Shit goes wrong.”
    Ashur, Brownie, Dinette, and Tommy were very close, when all of a sudden things changed. Farah wasn’t allowed to play with Theo, and Dinette stopped accepting Brownie’s calls, and that hurt her because she was her best friend. What she didn’t