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only ten thousand; therefore, the profit on each one is fifteen thousand. I’m willing to split the fifteen in half with you if you help me move them.”
     
    “Help you?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “And how am I supposed to do that? Priscilla, I ain’t never sold drugs a day in my life. I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
     
    “This is why I’m here, Mox. I’m gonna show you everything you need to know and I guarantee you in a month’s time, your whole life will be different. All you gotta do is follow my lead.”
     
    Priscilla’s verbal abilities were immaculate. She could broker a million dollar drug deal and in the same sentence, turn around and slick talk her way out of trouble. It was gift that God had given her, and she had Mox hypnotized within minutes. The crazy part was; her feelings for him were genuine.
     
    “What about your boy, Deandre?”
     
    “Listen Mox, the only reason I fuck with Deandre is because his sister and I are real close. She asked me to put him on so he could help out with their bills and that’s what I did, but he ain’t you, Mox. They only reason he’s in that position is because I put him there.” She rose from her seat and faced Mox. “These niggas out here don’t want nothing but a few thousand in their pocket to front with, some new sneakers, and a bunch clothes. I know you want more outta life than that Mox.”
     
    They eyed each other steadily. The chemistry was evident and highly explosive. Mox didn’t have to say a word; she already knew what he wanted.
     
    “And you ride around in the car with him because…?”
     
    “Because, he can’t be trusted and he doesn’t have a business mind. If I give him something, I ride around with him until he finishes it. I take my cut and I go, but all that comes to an end the second you tell me yes.”
     
    Mox took a minute to process everything Priscilla was speaking on. This type of opportunity didn’t present itself on an everyday basis. He had two choices; struggle and hope things eventually get better or take action and make an immediate change.
     
    “So how’s this supposed to work?”
     

    They smiled at each other, and then Priscilla instructed him on everything he needed to do.

 

     

     
    November, 2001…
     

     
    Mox was beginning to establish himself as one of the main suppliers of cocaine in Westchester County and he managed to stay under the radar because he was smart and he knew how to move.
     
    He hadn’t bought a car yet, he didn’t wear jewelry, and he was still living in his aunt’s apartment in the projects, but on occasion he would spend the night with Priscilla.
     
    Their mental and physical bond was amplified and Mox’s feelings were as strong as he had ever known them to be for a woman other than his mother. Over a year’s time, they had formed an allegiance on respect, honor and trust. They even came up with a mantra and had it tattooed in the same spot behind their ear. It read; Let no-one stand before WE and it was written in script with blood red ink.
     
    Mox was 16 years old and in love with a woman that was three years older. At least he felt like he was. He had never known the true meaning of love, but when Priscilla was in his presence he experienced completion. It was as if she could almost fill the void of his mother in an odd kind of way.
     
    After the two most important people in his life were taken away so abruptly, Mox pledged to himself that the next person to touch something he loved would die. And his word was bond.
     
    The day Mox accepted Priscilla’s offering is the same day she cut all ties to Deandre. Of course, he had no idea why she so abruptly stopped coming around, but the word would soon hit the wind like a hustler with poor quality work; and he would find out that Mox was now the one in power.
     
    The unexpected shift in ranking was something that Deandre didn’t think too highly of. In fact, he was ready to do something extreme; and he