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were just as sorry as us niggas.
                  Elena had proved that shit. She had that good girl act down. I was convinced that I could trust her and that hoe had a man in the stash. It made me wonder how many other niggas she was fucking with. I was glad I’d always wrapped up with her trifling ass. Good thing I hadn’t slipped up with that lying broad.
                  Instead of even giving Elena another thought, I decided to handle my business. I dialed Mendosa’s number and waited for him to answer as it rung. After four rings he picked up and spoke in a deep voice that was laced with a slight Jamaican accent. His mother had been born in Jamaica and his father was Spanish, but he never knew him. His parents had met in Jamaica when his father was there on vacation. His mother Rose was a prostitute who would lure the male tourists for sex. His father was originally from Mendoza, Argentina and that was how Mendosa had got his name. It was spelled with an s because that was how the z was pronounced. After his father left Jamaica his mother never saw him again. She named her son Mendosa because that was all she remembered about the stranger who’d impregnated her. When he was five his mother migrated to America. She was killed by her pimp ten years later and Mendosa turned to the streets. That pimp was found dead with a single bullet wound to the head less than a month later. Everybody knew that Mendosa had did it.
                  “Keys, wah g’wan my nigga?” He’d been in the States for most of his life, so he knew how to disguise his accent.
                  When we talked he didn’t have to. I’d known and looked up to him since I was a kid. He knew that I was loyal, so he looked out for me more than he did the average person. It took a lot for Mendosa to feel anything for anybody and the bond that he had with my father had helped that a lot. My pops, although out of the game, had been loyal to him and so my loyalty lied with Mendosa too.
                  “Ain’t shit man. I need to come check you out.”
                  He let out a grunt in agreement. “Ok. Be at my crib in ‘bout an hour.”
                  “A’ight,” I agreed before hanging up.
                  He already knew what it was. Mendosa didn’t have to put his hands on his product at all, but he did it for me He knew that I wasn’t going to just fuck with anybody. I’d started with him and I only dealt with him. I was the only nigga who did drug business with him at his house. That was simply because my pops used to run a few blocks for him back in the day. Mendosa didn’t limit his hustle to weed. He was mostly known on the streets for his cocaine connection. I didn’t fuck with that shit. Hell nah. He also had a couple legal businesses under his belt, so sometimes he’d entertain at his home.
                  After getting dressed in a pair of black basketball shorts and a white wife beater, I headed to my ride. In an instant it felt like somebody was behind me. When I looked back there Elena was standing there.
                  “What the fuck yo’. For real? I thought I told you that I was done wit’ you. Don’t be poppin’ up over here.” I shook my head and proceeded to my whip.
                  Her hand was on my shoulder. “I didn’t mean to hurt you Keenyn.”
                  I laughed mockingly as I turned around to face her. “You think you hurt me? For real? Y’en hurt shit ma. All you hurt was yourself, ‘cause I was good to yo’ ass. I do what I do, but I treated you better than any nigga you’ve ever fucked wit’. I know that because I couldn’t even tell you had a nigga. Just gone on wit’ yo’ life Lena. I’m good yo’.” When I opened my car door she pushed it closed.
                  “Can I talk now?” Her eyes were pleading for me to listen