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for something, he was at her doorstep immediately. Jonathan looked down at his Audemars and saw that it was 11:00am.
    Where the hell does she gotta go? He thought to himself. “Aye yo… Finish countin’ dis bread. I gotta go take care of something real quick. If I’m not back by the time y’all get done, give my money to Gator,” he told A.J.
    One thing Jonathan didn’t have to worry about from the niggas in his crew was an act of disloyalty. It wasn’t that A.J. and Kevin were scared of Jonathan; it was more so that they respected him a great deal. They had a genuine love for one another and a bond that was truly unbreakable. It could have been a million dollars on that table, and in Jonathan’s absence, it still would have been broken down three ways, right down to the penny.
    “Gator!” Jonathan yelled up the steps.
    “Yes babe?” she answered, coming down the stairs with her Couture pajamas on and her hair tucked under a scarf.
    “Yo, I am about to take my mom somewhere. Kev and A.J. gone stay here and finish counting this bread. You wanna ride wit me or stay here?” he asked, wrapping his hands around her small waist as he began to think about the first time they met.
    He was starving that day, leaving the hospital from a visit with Charrise. Walking into the store, the aroma of potato wedges and fried chicken filled the air. His stomach growled as he nodded to the Asian woman behind the counter while he walked towards the drinks. He grabbed two bottles of apple juice and a bottle of orange juice. He walked back towards the grill where one of his high school classmates was working.
    “Hey Jonathan, man. What’s good wit you?” Mouse said as he dropped the basket of wings into the grease.
    “Everything is everything, Mouse. Brah, you got it smelling something good in here and I am starving!” Jonathan spoke while placing the drinks on the counter.
    “Yeah, I got you, cuz. What you want today? What classes are you taking this semester?” Mouse said as he handed a girl an order of fried pickles.
    Jonathan dropped his head. He and Mouse were both A students in school, but Jonathan had postponed college after he was shot. For some reason, he couldn’t focus or sit still, and it had broken his mother’s heart. He had promised himself that he would re-enroll in the spring, but for right now, he had needed to get his head straight.
    “Man, I took the semester off after… well you know.” Jonathan said.
    Mouse studied him for a minute, and then patted his shoulder. “Hey, I understand. You gotta get ya head clear then go back to taking over the world. So what ya want?”
    “Give me four wings and an order of potato wedges.”
    Mouse nodded and walked over to the cooler.
    Jonathan was checking his text messages when a warm breeze entered the store carrying a sweet smell of vanilla and coconut. He looked at the door and the darkest skinned female he had ever seen in his life walked in. She had a low-cropped hair cut with a pale pink off the shoulder linen blouse, dark denim Chanel Jeans with wide legs, and a pair of pink peep toe gator Chanel shoes. She carried a pink and blue Chanel clutch and gold tree earrings. He watched as she walked towards the cooler and the back view was just as impressive as the front; her ass was round and high. That pink was making her ebony skin glow.
    “Damn, she got to be straight from the mother land. I ain’t seen nobody that damn dark before. She is almost blue.” Mouse said.
    Jonathan shook his head. Women usually didn’t make him speechless, but this ebony skinned chick was breathtaking. She grabbed a soft drink and made her way towards the grill. Jonathan tried to drop his eyes from her but he continued staring.
    Mouse cleared his throat and Jonathan closed his mouth.
    “Hello, how are you doing?” Mouse asked.
    She smiled at him and exhaled. “I am tired, whew. Been on the road for a good minute, boo, and I am starving. What you got good?”
    Jonathan noticed