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parents…they’re dead.”
     
    A mini smiled appeared on Priscilla’s face and was immediately gone once she understood he wasn’t playing.
     
    “You’re not joking, are you?”
     
    He opened his eyes and sat up. “I don’t joke about shit like that. That’s why I asked you not to say what you said.” Mox stood up and walked to the window that overlooked Pelham Road. “You should be grateful that both your parents are still here. Never take that for granted because when they do go… it’s over. You don’t get any more.” He turned and looked at Priscilla. “I wish I could bring my parents back .”
     
    Before she became too emotional, Priscilla stood and went over to Mox. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
     
    He interrupted her and placed his index finger to her lips. “Shh… I’m good, don’t worry about it.”
     
    “When did this happen?”
     
    “Five years ago.”
     
    Priscilla was taken aback. She couldn’t comprehend how a person who lost both parents only five years ago was so poised and level headed.
     
    “That shit don’t fuck wit’ your head?”
     
    “Hell yeah; every day… I try to block it out, but the fact is, the person who killed them is still on the streets and that bothers me.”
     
    “That’s crazy.” She said, returning to the kitchen. “Excuse my poor hospitality, would you like something to drink?”
     
    “Sure. A glass of water is cool.” Priscilla poured two glasses of water and sat back on the couch. “Now, enough with the formalities; wassup wit’ this sixty-thousand in one night?”
     
    She laughed. “I knew that was coming sooner or later. Come here, sit down.” Mox took his seat next to Priscilla. “I’ma be straight forward with you, I’m usually not this open to people about my personal business, but I like you and I see you’ve got potential.”
     
    “Oh yeah, thank you.”
     
    “You’re welcome, but for real… you know you can have anything in the world you desire… all you gotta do is believe in it and work hard to achieve it. The boundaries are limitless.” Priscilla sipped her water. “This time last year, I was homeless, dead broke and on the verge of a nervous breakdown until I met someone who changed my life. His name is Juan Carlos Ortega and he’s a Columbian drug lord. I’m not gonna lie, at first our relationship was physical, but after things didn’t work out, we continued to have a business relationship.”
     
    Mox was thrown off. “Why you tellin’ me this?”
     
    “Because, Mox. This man will give me anything I want. He already gave me another opportunity at life, and now it’s my turn to give someone else a chance to live out their dreams.”
     
    He still didn’t fully comprehend where she was going with the conversation.
     
    “Are you serious, or is this some type of joke?”
     
    “No, I’m serious… look.” She got up from the couch and went into the back room. When she returned, she was holding a brown shopping bag. She placed it on the black and white marble top coffee table. “Open the bag.” She said.
     
    Mox peeled the bag open, reached inside and grabbed the contents out. He placed the two, taped up, rectangular packages on the table.
     
    “What the fuck is this?” He asked.
     
    “What does it look like?”
     
    He grinned. “Look like cocaine to me.”
     
    “Exactly.”
     
    “You got it all wrong if you think you gon’ have me out on some corner slangin’ ten and twenty dollar bags of coke. Not gonna happen.” He stood up like he was about to leave.
     
    Priscilla grabbed his arm. “That’s not what I think, just sit down and let me explain it to you. It won’t take long, and if you don’t agree, then you can leave. No love lost.”
     
    He sat down and finished the rest of his water. “I’m listening,” he said.
     
    “One of these,” She touched the package. “Goes for twenty-five thousand dollars in the streets. I get them wholesale from Juan Carlos for