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suits and a watch that cost him 10 grand. Spazo was sharp but not flashy. He didn’t need to be flashy. People could look at him and know that his threads cost money. His Audi R8 Coupe was probably his flashiest possession.
    Although sharp, cool, and good-looking, Spazo was a killer. He had quite a few bodies under his belt. If Ghetto wanted someone murdered, Spazo usually was the one who handled it personally.
    Spazo laughed as he drove his car down the boulevard. He parked his car on 132 Street and 8 Avenue and then walked into a store to grab a Dutch. Wherever he walked, people gave him mad love and respect. He was definitely well known, not only in his hood, but in most hoods. As he stepped back outside, a black Range Rover pulled up, and five dudes dressed in black jumped out.
    Spazo split his Dutch down the middle and dumped the cigar tobacco on the ground. The wind blew the tobacco down the street. The men stopped right in front of Spazo as he brazenly rolled his blunt and bopped his head to the song “Riding High” by Faze-O that was playing softly from his car.
    As his men stopped, he spoke. “Y’all know that white boy Paulie? Go show him some real-nigga shit.” He licked his blunt, wrapped the paper around nice and snug, lit it up, and got in his car. The men jumped in the Range Rover and drove in the opposite direction.
    Spazo’s phone rang. His younger sister Dawn was calling. She was 19 and very beautiful, with long, black hair and cocoa-colored skin. She was coming from Georgia to spend the week with him because it was her friend’s birthday. Dawn had stunning good looks, light-brown eyes, and an incredible body. But she was hiding a secret.
    “Hey, you there already?” he asked.
    “No,” she replied, “I’m just calling to let you know that the flight was delayed, so I won’t be there until nine tonight. Monique is gonna pick me up, and I’m gonna stay over there tonight. Well, if that’s okay with you.”
    He paused, then spoke. “ Monique? Humph, I don’t know about that. She getting a lil’ wild out here now, and some people think she doin’ dope and shit. Yeah, a couple cats be telling me shit about her.”
    “Well, do you really think I’m gonna get involved in that bullshit? If that’s the case, then I’ll just stay home.”
    He relented. “Okay, damn! I miss my baby sis. So, listen, as soon as you touch down, call me so I know you’re okay, and then if you need me, just holla. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at her house, cool?”
    “Cool. I love you, big brother.”
    He pulled away from the curb and headed down the street. He couldn’t help but think about what he was about to do because he knew that he was starting a gang war. But he also knew that he would not be disrespected in any kind of way. He had to make the first move.
    • • •
    Unbeknownst to him, his sister Dawn was already in New York, and she was hanging with Monique, a girl he didn’t really know that well.
    “Girl, come on!” Dawn yelled to her friend as they went out to get a blunt so they could twist up. His little sister had been getting high for a while now, but no one in the family knew. Her girlfriend Monique had told her about an Italian guy who always had thousands of dollars and wanted to hang out with them, so here they were. “Is it just going to be me and you? And how many guys are there gonna be, Monique?” she asked.
    “No, Dawn, it’s just going to be one guy and me and you.”
    “And what are we supposed to do?”
    Monique replied, “Well, he said he wants to have a threesome, and I figured you would be down, girl. Shit, remember how we did Jay? That shit was the bomb, bitch! And don’t even tell me you didn’t like it! That nigga had your ass squirting and screaming at the same fuckin’ time!”
    “True, but, Monique, a fuckin’ white boy? I don’t know.”
    “Listen, girl, I’m not gonna lie. His dick ain’t as big as Jay’s shit was, but this white boy loves to eat pussy.