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    I hear a faint sniff, and my gaze cuts back over to my sister. My heart twists as if a knife has been plunged right into the center of it. What have I done?
    Heat rushes up my neck. The time for babying her ass is over. “Stop playing the victim. You did this shit. Your boy’s blood is on your muthafuckin’ hands. You remember that shit!”
    I watch as Ta’Shara’s tears grow fatter and roll faster down her filthy face. I ain’t doing nothing but spitting the truth. She refuses to look my way or say jack shit to me. That pisses me off more. “Put on your big-girl panties and own your shit. That nigga was neck-deep in the game. The only reason your ass ain’t lying dead next to his ass is because we share the same blood. I did your ass a favor.”
    Silence.
    Her blatant disrespect has my blood boiling. For the first time, I think I would’ve been better off if I’d capped her ass as well. After the thought crosses my mind, guilt attacks me. What the fuck is wrong with me?
    â€œShit.” I drop my head and stare at the limo’s floor. I don’t like examining the shit I have to do out here in Murder City. A part of being a leader is about making some cold and bold moves and keeping your emotions out of it. But tonight . . . ordering Ta’Shara’s rape . . .
    It’s a fucking new low.
    I stare out the dark window. I am my sister’s keeper. I am my sister’s keeper. I feel the threat of hot tears burning the backs of my eyes, but once again, I fight those muthafuckas off. There’s no point in crying about shit out here. You either get or get got. Plain and simple. I understand these rules and so did that pretty boy Profit. Only Ta’Shara has been acting like she doesn’t know how shit works out here. Well, tonight she got a long overdue education.
    Silence.
    â€œThat little shit that went down with you and my boys was a small price to pay for your life,” I tell her. “Remember that shit. If you’re thinking about opening your big mouth to the po-po, let’s just say that I heavily advise against it. We got other muthafuckas we can touch.” I scoot across the seat until I’m right up on her so I can whisper in her ear, “Like Tracee and Reggie.”
    Ta’Shara’s head bounces up, and her large, brown eyes widen to the size of two silver dollars.
    â€œUh-huh. I thought that might catch your attention.” My lips curl into a tight smile. “You know I’ll do it, too, don’t you? I’ll be happy to take care of your precious foster parents. Then what will you do?” I ask, searching her eyes. “Mmm? Where do you think you’ll end up? Out here on the street?” I laugh. “You think that you can handle that?”
    Ta’Shara turns her head away, but I grab her swollen jaw and jerk it back toward me. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!” I grind my teeth together while I try to get hold of my temper. “Real talk: you snitch and it’s over for them. You got that?”
    She tries to pull away, but I have her chin locked in a grip so tight it’s a wonder that I don’t break the muthafucka off.
    â€œGot it?” I ask again.
    At long last, Ta’Shara slowly nods her head.
    I release her as the limousine rolls to a stop. A few seconds later, the door is snatched open and I jump out first.
    â€œIs she cool?” Treasure asks, scratching his dry dreadlocks and peering down into the backseat of the limo.
    â€œYeah. She’s cool. Back the fuck up, homey.” I push him back and stare him down. “You done had all the pussy you’re going to get tonight.”
    His black glare lands on mine. “C’mon, shit. What’s another little taste going to hurt?” He smirks and grabs his dick. “I’ll be quick. I promise.”
    â€œI said, back the fuck up.” I shove him backward and pull my gat