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money, and I want dope. Where is the dope?”
“What are you talking about? I don’t sell dope.”
“You think I’m stupid? I know you ain’t got this mini mansion legitimately. Where is the muthafuckin dope?”
“I ain’t got no dope.”
J-Black walked over to the trembling man then placed the gun up to his temple. “You ain’t got no fuckin head if you keep lying. Now do you want to tell me where the fuckin dope is, or do you want me to scatter your brains out over this room?”
“In the kitchen ... The dope is in the kitchen.”
“Take me to the kitchen.”
In the kitchen, Fatboy reached underneath the sink and pulled out six kilos of coke and gave it to J-Black.
“Now this is more like it. Where is the money?”
“Upstairs.”
“Lead the way.”
Upstairs, Fatboy opened a small Sentry safe, located in the closet of his master bedroom, and dumped the money on the bed. “Twenty thousand dollars.”
“Nigga, is this all your bitch ass got?”
“Y-yeah, man, this is all I have.”
“I see your life don’t mean shit to you.” J-Black squinted his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I’mma kill your bitch ass unless you come up with some more dough.”
“Listen, man, I got jewels and watches and shit.”
“I want that and I want at least twenty thousand more dollars, or I’ll blow your fuckin brains out.”
Fatboy pulled opened a dresser and removed a jewelry box. “Here is a watch that’s worth forty thousand dollars. It’s my girl’s.”
J-Black snatched the watch then slapped him across the forehead with the butt of the gun. “Now lay the fuck down and close your eyes. If you open your eyes, I’m blasting on your punk ass. You understand me?”
“Yeah.”
*****
    When J-Black pulled into a Taco Bell parking lot, Twin was sitting behind the wheel of a blue Benz. J-Black grabbed the bricks from underneath the seat then jumped in the car with Twin.
    “So what you looking like?” Twin asked.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? The nigga only had six bricks. You was talking like he was Noriega or somebody. I’ve had bigger licks than this.”
“So where is my three?”
J-Black squinted his eyes. “Nigga, it ain’t even going down like that. I’m giving you one brick. That’s all you getting.”
“That wasn’t the deal.”
“I don’t give a fuck about no deal. Do you know the nigga saw my face? I’m the one at risk, so I don’t give a fuck about no deal, you understand?”
“Black … that shit ain’t right, man.”
“Life ain’t right; you either take it or leave it.”
“Give it here. I’ll just know the next time that you ain’t gonna play fair.”
J-Black handed him the brick. “You just better hope I don’t ever get the notion to rob your bitch ass,” he said, then hopped out of the Benz, got into his work van, and drove off.
*****
    Twin’s phone rang and he picked it up on the first ring. The caller ID displayed Tommy Dupree . “Yeah what’s up, Fatboy?”
“I’ve been robbed, man.”
“You bullshittin,” Twin said.
“No, I’m not man. I’m serious. Some nigga came over here dressed like a home improvement guy and robbed me at gunpoint, and JoJo is over here now.”
“So what did he take from you?”
“He took product ... He took product and jewels and money.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, man. I remember the nigga’s face. I’m gonna send a team after him.”
Twin began feeling uneasy. “Hey, listen, I have to go. I have to go see Jennifer’s family about something.”
*****
    “Twin is acting all nonchalant, like he don’t give a fuck that I’ve been robbed.”
“He probably don’t give a fuck, as long as it wasn’t him,” JoJo said.
“If it had been him who got robbed, I would be at his house trying to find the muthafucka who did it.”
JoJo walked to the kitchen, grabbed a cranberry juice, then said, “See, that’s what your problem is. You always think he gives a fuck about you. Listen, man, just ‘cause you would do something for somebody