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girl time. Give me an hour and I will be there.”
    “I'll be ready.”
    Jasmine has two kids by two nothing ass niggas and fell on some hard times, so she moved in with my mother until she can get back on her feet. She was very quiet, but very lethal as well. She didn't take shit from nobody and if you tried her, you might wind up with your throat slit. She wasn't in to arguing or fighting, just laying your ass out. Even at the age of 18, she has dropped at least two bodies and won't hesitate to drop more if she needed to.
    Hanging up the phone, I threw on my red and black Gucci sundress with my big Gucci floppy hat and my black Gucci heels. I didn't believe in mismatching labels, so if I am wearing Gucci, everything I have on will be Gucci.
    Pulling up to pick up Jasmine in my white Volvo S60, of course all eyes were on me. Jasmine got in the car wearing an orange jumpsuit from BeBe, with some gold heels and her hair pulled up in a messy bun. For a girl that didn't have money, she always looked like money.
    Arriving at the mall, I decide to let my little cousin pick out whatever she wanted. She even picked out some clothes for the kids and I paid for it all.
    “How is my cousin holding up?” she asked.
    “He’s good. Just three more months and he will be out and I can't wait. I'm going to visit him next week.
    “That's what's up. You know you a bad bitch. I don't know any other bitch that can pull the shit off you about to pull off.”
    “Well I can't do it by myself.”
    I looked around hoping nobody was around to hear our conversation.
    “I hate to ask, but does Slick still mess around with Ava? I'm only asking because I might need your help. I need you to get Slick to do something for me.”
    Slick is Man Man's father, but he also works for Duce and I know from talking to Jasmine that he’s not feeling Duce at the moment. I don't know what went down, but I can use it to my advantage.
    “That nigga mess with so many hoes I can't tell you if he does or not. But it's no problem at all. That nigga will do anything I ask him to do to get back in my good graces. Just let me know what you need him to do,” Jasmine said, and all I could do was smile. Everything is coming together like I planned.
     

Chapter 4
    Ayce
     
    It had been at least a couple years since I had seen Ava. It’s funny, too, because we’re from the same hood. Ava looked sexy as hell and even under the fucked up circumstances, my dick jumped just by looking at her. She had cut her hair and I usually didn't go for girls with short hair, but for her I would definitely make an exception. From her caramel skin, her juicy, glossy lips, her thick hips and her fat ass hanging out the bottom of her shorts, all I could think of was her being face down, ass up.
    When she sat next to me, she smelled so good.  I wanted to reach out and touch her, but Remy walked in and shut that thought down fast.
    My nigga, Ric came to swoop me up bright and early, and I was happy to go along for the ride because I needed to get out the house and away from Remy.
    It had now been almost a week since my mother had died, and my sister and I were struggling getting money together to give our mother a proper burial.
    “You sure you don't want me to help? Your mother was like a mother to me too, and it would only be right for me to help give her a proper burial,” Ric said as we drove around in his cherry red GMC Acadia Denali.
    Ric is my day one nigga. Besides him, the only other nigga I was cool with was Damon, and he is locked up. Ric is five years older than me, but we both come from the same fucked up hood. The only other difference between us is that he has money and lots of it. Ric's grandmother died when he was like 16 and he was pretty much on his own since then. He stayed with us for a while until my mother found out he was selling drugs for Duce. My mother loved Ric like a son, but no way was she going for that, so she put him out. He lived from pillow to post for a