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I’m in. Sign me up. I’ll do that shit!”

CHAPTER 4
    B y the time me and Bunni got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast everybody in the mansion had already left for the morning except Selah, Fallon, and Peaches. Pilar had just showed up and she was standing by the stove looking hungry and waiting for a plate just like she’d been doing almost every morning for the past week.
    â€œDamn! Don’t they serve breakfast over at her house?” Bunni smirked and whispered as we rolled our eyes and brushed past her and sashayed into the dining room looking fly as fuck. Bunni had on a sexy little pale peach romper with some slutty high heels in almost the exact same shade. She had pulled her gorgeous dreads up into a big ponytail at the top of her head, and the curly reddish ropes spiraled outta control in all different directions.
    I was playing it cute today. Mizz Mink Minaj was flossing big time in some bright red Birthday Cake shorts and a bone-white sleeveless t-shirt with little red kissing lips all over the front. I had washed my hair in the shower and rubbed some gel through the ends, and now I was letting it air-dry into tight little spiral curls.
    â€œHey now!” Me and Bunni busted up on the scene bringing mad energy into the room with us. The air was already buzzing with excitement and I could tell everybody was amped over Okrah’s visit that afternoon, especially Selah.
    We asked Mrs. Katie for a bowl of grits and a plate of bacon and eggs, then we sat down at the huge table where Peaches was cuttin’ the fool and blabbing to Selah and Fallon about the day he rescued me from a moldy room downtown in New York City’s clothing district where my psychopath criminal ex-boyfriend named Gutta had tried to kill my ass.
    â€œOooh, you shoulda been there , Miss Selah!” Peaches cracked up with his long-lashed eyes glinting with excitement. “Gutta is a real booty clencher! That crazy nigga snatched Mink up outta her own mama’s funeral! He threw her in the back of a limo and took the hell off! If I hadn’t followed them and busted up in that room to save her, ain’t no telling what that vicious murderer woulda done to her.”
    â€œReally?” Selah exclaimed, staring into his grill like my ass had starred in an episode of Forensic Files.
    He rolled his eyes and pursed his glossy lips. “Errrm herrrm. He prolly woulda choked her or stabbed her . . . I know for damn sure we wouldn’t be sitting here talking about it right now.”
    I watched as Selah put her lil petite hand on top of Peaches’s big rusty one and smiled. “Well, thank God for you, Peaches. I’m grateful for all you’ve done for my daughter over the years. Lord knows she probably wouldn’t be here without you.”
    You got that shit right, I sniggled under my breath. Selah just didn’t know. Chief Master Grifter Peaches had taught me everything I knew about hustling and ganking. From picking pockets to running con schemes, I owed every inch of my grime game to Peaches Baines, and if it wasn’t for his ass then me and Bunni never would a made it down to Texas to steal Selah’s money in the first damn place!
    â€œYeah, honey,” Peaches kept going on and on. He was sitting there in a giant lime-green skirt and batting his false eyelashes as Mrs. Katie walked around serving us our meals. “Mizz Mink done had all kinds of close calls and misadventures. Did she ever tell you about the time the cops arrested her in the Bronx on Gun Hill Road and took her down to the station? Man, by the time I got over there to get her Mizz Mink had the whole joint rocking! I mean, she put on a show up in that hizzle! She was standing on a table working her double hump game so hard that even the chief of police was sweating and screaming her name.”
    Peaches beamed proudly and grinned. “I mean that girl got some real skills about herself. One time she had