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at least, not from me. That’s dead!”
    Derek knew he was on the verge of getting his ass handed to him; that much was obvious. With his best friend holding a gun and nowhere to go, his heart raced and his lips turned dry. Of course, he’d blown any amount of high he’d had still circulating throughout his system since originally knocking on Mike Mike and Jessica’s door. Rambling, Derek nervously continued trying to talk his way out of whatever was troubling Mike Mike. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working in his favor. His longtime road dawg was livid. In reality, Derek knew that Buzzy had given Jessica some dick the night before, but he honestly believed her actually dry snitching them out to his manz was out of the question. As he perched defensively behind the chair, he couldn’t fathom his boy’s wifey would be so ballsy, reckless, and out cold to do that dumb shit. The odds of that seemed zero to none, so he was lost where this sudden rage from Mike Mike was coming from.
    “Dawg, what is you doing? What is you saying? I’m outta the game with what’s the deal with you and all this!”
    “Shut the fuck up, Derek. That con game you be running out here on these hoes ain’t about to work on me. I ain’t one of your little bitches or Jessica’s good dick-sucking ass!”
    “Whoa, guy! Slow your damn roll. What the fuck is you talking about? What you trying to say?” he continued, attempting to put a cap on the growing resentment Mike Mike was displaying toward him.
    More than agitated with the innocent act his boy was putting on, he walked closer to Derek, gun still aimed. “Look, dude, stop trying to play me for some lame. The way I see it, you got a few of these slugs coming, if not all these bad boys. Nigga, I owe you that much, don’t you think?” Bombarding his once best friend with questions, Mike Mike revealed what he knew to be true before waiting for a response. “Come on now, guy. Stop playing dumb. How was that pussy? Was it good? Did she suck your brother’s dick or what? You can tell me! Did he bust in my woman’s mouth? Did she slow swallow his damn nut? Huh? Did she? I mean, I know how Jessica gets down, so I can already imagine she blessed his sneaky ass real proper!”
    At that precise moment in time there was no denying the truth. There were no further confusing thoughts about what was going down on that porch in the wee hours of the morning. Derek now knew, fact for certain, Mike Mike had discovered Buzzy had sex with old girl. He didn’t know how he knew, but with a janky trigger pistol waving in his face, playing Twenty Questions was not at the top of his list; living to see daylight, however, was. Damn, this crazy fool knows my brother hit Jessica’s hot ass off last night. How in the entire fuck did he find that shit out? I know she ain’t said nothing. Fuck, damn, shit! Maybe somebody saw us. But who in the hell? Damn! Fuck, this nigga all up in his feelings and shit. Waving that damn gun around like he done lost it.
    Derek’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Peeking out from behind the lawn chair, he saw his homeboy’s face. It had murder plastered all across it. At this point, there was no way Derek felt he could explain what’d taken place. What could he say other than the fact that his brother knocked Jessica off because she always looked like she had some good pussy. Or they was drinking and Buzzy said he felt like getting his dick sucked. Maybe he could confess the truth to his best friend that they’d stopped by the strip club Jessica danced at and she cut off into Buzzy first. That she negotiated a price lower than he was willing to pay because she was just as hungry to taste his nut as he was willing to let loose in her mouth.
    Whatever he did or said from this point on, Derek knew his life was on the line. Not in denial, he knew how much his best friend loved Jessica. Despite her tramplike ways and sexual treachery antics, Mike Mike felt she was some sort