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not fine. In fact, everything was fucked up.
                  Things had gotten bad over the past few days and me and Angelique were barely talking. If you looked up stubborn in the dictionary, her face would be sharing space right next to mine. That personality flaw we shared made me resort to bunking in Dallas’s old room as she slept in the master bedroom along with my precious sharks. Whoever said relationships were hard most definitely was in one when they made that accurate statement.
                  Sway switched topics and snapped me out of my domestic thoughts.
    “So, how do you wanna handle the new fish? We goin’ three ways on the money, equal split? You wanna tax him? I know you’re gonna get some info on his family jus’ in case he tries some bull shit.”
    I picked up my cigarette from the ash tray and flicked ashes from the smoldering tip.
    “His life is jus’ as important as mine or yours. He gets an even third, same as you and me , no tax. Second, if I felt I had to get info on his fam he wouldn’t be on this shit in the first place.”
    Sw ay nodded his curly head slowly. “I feel you Tyce, but how we jus’ gonna bust on stage without seeing how this nigga perform? This is some professional shit, not Amateur Night at the Apollo.”
    I took a drag from my cigarette and blew the smoke out as I smiled.
    “Come on man, you know we gotta test that nigga first. Yeah, I heard magnificent things about lil’ ol’ Peck, but, I haven’t seen shit yet.”
    Sway pressed a button on the remote control to pause the game.
    “What’d you have in mind?” He leaned his muscular arm on the frosted glass table top.
    I looked through the lazy smoke wafting around in front of my face. “I’m thinkin’ we should go shopping for diamonds.”

~Dissatisfaction
     
                  That didn’t go at all how I had planned it. I never intended to come at Tyce so directly. My plan was to ease into the conversation and take the advice that my mom gave me. She would say, “You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar Angelique.” I understood what she meant, but for the life of me, I forgot about that when I was face to face with him by the pool. I didn’t understand why thug ass niggas couldn’t do right once they had money. They all talked about stacking enough dough to leave the hood and start a business or a family. Hell, Tyce didn’t live in the hood. He had money and a family, so why on earth was he still taking penitentiary chances?
                  I could comprehend the art of the hustle, the strategy of the grind and even the high you could possibly get from robbing a muthafucka. Shit, I felt all those powerful emotions when I did it my damn self. I even felt the devilish joy of murdering my enemies and exercising extra sweet revenge on Dallas.
                  However, I did that because I had to at the time. Two years ago I was broke and lonely. I had to set things right as well as fight for my man, but I was a new mother. I could no longer think like a pretty thug, but Khari’s daddy on the other hand was still stuck in get it mode and was showing no signs of moving on.
                  Since the age of sixteen I was on a search for something. I ran away from home because what I was searching for was not there in that two bedroom apartment. My soul was yearning for love. Not the kind of love you got from your mom, or a close girlfriend, but the kind of love you received from a man. I foolishly thought I’d found that love in Biz, but I soon recognized that he wasn’t shit. Hell, to be frank, he was the shit that other shit didn’t like.
                  Enter Tyce, the boss of all bosses. He passed out sticky sweet orgasms to women like candy. He could make your pussy twitch just by smiling at you. The way his lips moved when he ate his food made you want to pop your titty in his mouth and let him nibble on