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with.”
    Justin’s face twists in confusion as he checks around for those cameras again. “What? Here?”
    â€œWhy not?”
    My cell phone starts ringing. It’s Bishop. “Hold on a second,” I tell Justin, and then answer the phone. “Whatever it is, I’m busy.”
    â€œThey got Profit!”
    â€œWhat?” The alcohol in my system disappears as I jet up out of my chair. “I thought he was at his prom tonight?”
    â€œHey!” Justin yells as I rush past him.
    â€œHe was. Those muthafuckas snatched him and his girl in front of witnesses on their way to the hotel! I’m trying to find Fat Ace, but he ain’t answering his cell.”
    â€œShit.” I race through the crowd and then bolt out the front door. “Where you at?”
    â€œWe’re out here looking for these niggas. We got a tip. . . . Hey, is that the building? Yo, I think we’ve found—there he go!”
    I hop behind the wheel of my black Escalade. “Give me a fuckin’ address, Bishop.”
    â€œOver off O’Donnell. Where the abandoned warehouse buildings are.”
    â€œI’m on it.” I peel out of the parking lot while straining to hear every little thing over the line. “Talk to me, Bishop.” When I hear nothing, I glance down at my cell to see I’ve lost the signal. I toss the muthafucka aside and slam down on the accelerator. Less than five minutes later, I make it over to O’Donnell and see Bishop and a string of brothers from the set.
    â€œTell me something,” I shout, racing out of my SUV with my gat ready to blast. Niggas part like the Red Sea, and my gaze lands on the twisted, bloody body lying in the dirt. “Shit.”
    Brothers stand around and shake their heads. “Them grimy niggas gonna pay for this shit.”
    For the first time in a long while, I’m stunned. I liked Profit, even though I’d known him for only a little over a year. The lil nigga had heart. “We know who did this?”
    â€œWho the fuck else? Those Gangster Disciples,” Bishop shouts. “They want heat? We’re about to bring it to them.”
    I kneel next to Profit’s body and look down at his young face. So much potential. Leaning forward, I place a hand against the side of his neck, and my heart nearly stops.
    â€œWhat?” Bishop asks.
    I pick up Profit’s wrist and then place my ear against his chest. “Oh my God. He’s still alive.”

4
LeShelle
    â€œY ou brought this shit on yourself.” I cut a look over at my silent sister, who is slumped on the other side of the rented limousine. The foot soldiers I’d dragged in for tonight’s job are all crammed in the front seat to give me some private one-on-one time with Ta’Shara so I can break down her new situation.
    Ta’Shara, curled in a corner, stares at the dirt beneath her fingernails while a steady stream of tears rolls down her face. Now that she’s finally in this bitch, she has stopped all that hollering. Her once-blue dress is now a nasty black and brown. Some of it is dirt, and the rest of it is drying blood. The pain in my chest grows while my own hellish memories try to resurface. Up until tonight, I had only one responsibility in life: protecting my sister. But in the last six months, Ta’Shara had made that shit impossible.
    â€œI told you and I told you, but did you listen? No!” I grit my teeth and shake my head. “You just had to be hardheaded. The prom! You took that grimy Vice Lord to the muthafuckin’ prom! What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Huh? You thought that I was going to let that shit slide?”
    Silence.
    I hammer my fist against my knee instead of swinging it at her head. I draw in a deep breath, but it doesn’t do shit to calm my ass down. “Wait until this shit gets back to Python—just wait. He’ll be looking at me sideways again. This