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instead of becoming emotional this time, I immediately wiped my face before getting myself together. In a sense there was no need to keep crying about the past, what’s done was done. I couldn’t erase anything.
    After pulling my hair back in a ponytail, I applied some concealer to the top of my lip to try and hide my battle scar. I then put on some mineral foundation before doing a quick, natural smoky eye for my lids. My hair was definitely in need of some TLC. With Renzo locked up, and handing the business over to me, my life had never been busier. I’d never gone this long without getting my highlights done, and needed to get in someone’s chair ASAP.
    Before I put my clothes on, I texted Javier and told him to meet me at Dave and Busters inside White Flint Mall. Since I didn’t know what this meeting was about, I wanted to keep it casual so he wouldn’t get the wrong impression. Dinner at some restaurant would’ve forced us to stare into each other’s eyes the entire time, and I didn’t want that.
    Slipping on my J Brand skinny jeans, I also put on a white James Pearse wife beater, along with some red Valentino flip flops. Even though my red Chanel bag and diamond cross didn’t necessarily say casual, I needed to look like money at all times no matter what. It also didn’t matter that I’d gotten robbed earlier. As a woman in this game money was the one thing that always guaranteed respect. I had to let these dudes know that there was a lot more to me than just a pretty face. I could never look like I’d fallen off, which would be a sure sign of weakness.
    After kissing each of the girl’s goodbye, I let Maria know that I would be out for a while and informed her to keep an eye on Denie. I also told her to call me if that nigga, Jamal, showed back up. If he felt bold and wanted to come back to my house again, this time things weren’t gonna end so peacefully.
    Once I jumped in my new Range Rover Sport, I slowly pulled out of the driveway. I had no idea what possessed me to buy another SUV since the Porshe was only a year old, but when I bought Denie her Range Rover a few weeks ago, it was so hot I had to have a white one for myself.
    Driving down GW Parkway, I reflected back on the conversation between me and Mia’s doctor earlier that day. Thinking all her pain was due to an infection, he’d prescribed my baby some antibiotics and wanted her to get tons of rest. He also informed me that Mia’s Leukemia had more than likely returned, but wouldn’t be sure until the test results came back. My stomach turned flips every time I thought about the cancer no longer being in remission. Thinking back to when I was pregnant with both Mia and Carmen, the doctors asked me both times if I wanted to bank their cord blood in case of an emergency, and I declined. At that time, who would’ve thought that my daughter would get sick? Now, I was at a loss. Still mourning my husband, I didn’t know what I would do if I ever lost my daughter, too.
    Moments later, I turned up the radio when the song, Adore by Prince came on. This song definitely reminded me of Carlos, when things were good. Feeling like an emotional roller coaster, I wanted so badly to pull the truck over and cry my eyes out. No matter how strong I tried to be, there was so much on my mind lately. But there was no sense in crying. Tears certainly weren’t gonna bring him back.
    Since there was limited parking, I pulled up to the mall’s valet parking and got my ticket. Javier had text me ten minutes ago to let me know that he’d already arrived. After making my way up to the top floor and walking inside, I immediately spotted Javier over by the pool tables. He definitely looked like money.
    Maybe he doesn’t need me after all, I suddenly thought .
    Javier and Jade were twins, but he was a lot darker than she was. Even though he seemed to have lost a ton of weight, his cocoa complexion, midnight black, curly hair and tall frame still made him