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same ass cheek where he’d fired the shot.
    Deion heard all the commotion and led the two women into the back room at gunpoint. When they reached the bedroom, Deion barked, “Sit yawl’s asses on the bed and don’t move.”
    “Okay, but please don’t hurt us,” the girl cried out.
    Terrence was lying on the floor in the fetal position with his ass still burning from the hot bullet. Deion used his fresh out the box Nike and pressed Terrence’s face to the floor. “Where the hell is my motherfuckin’ money, Terrence?”
    “Look, Deion man, I don’t have it. I ain’t got shit. If I had it man, you can get it.”
    Deion kicked him in the face. “I need some collateral.”
    “I saw this clown nigga riding a motorcycle a few days ago,” Reggie said, then gave a sarcastic laugh.
    “Where’s the bike?” Deion wanted to know.
    “That’s my son’s bike,” the old woman said.
    “I don’t give a fuck whose bike it is. It’s my bike now.”
    The woman started to say something but Deion slapped the shit out of her. “Why in the fuck did you lie to me anyway? How did you know to lie?”
    She was lying back on the bed holding her jaw. Reggie aimed the gun continuing to taunt the old woman. “You heard him. Why did you lie?”
    “Please don’t shoot. We heard y’all out there talking to Day-Day, asking about Tee. That’s the only reason we lied,” the young girl admitted between sniffles.
    “I need for you to stand up,” Deion directed. “Do you have a man?”
    Tee was still lying on the floor groaning. He muttered, “That’s my lady.”’
    “You shut the fuck up!” Deion demanded, before turning his attention back to the girl. “What’s your name, young lady?”
    “Trina.”
    “Kind of a plain-ass name for such a beautiful bitch,” Deion commented rudely. Trina was a rich brown color and her hair was in two long braids like Pocahontas. Deion had Reggie take the old woman out of the room. Reggie yanked the old woman by the hair and led her out bound with plexicuffs.
    “Please don’t do nothing to my girl,” Tee begged. His ass was leaking and he was in excruciating pain.
    “Where is my bread?” Deion asked again, ignoring his pleas.
    “Give me a week and I’ll give it to you. I promise.”
    “Promises…promises,” Deion taunted, yanking Trina by one of her braids.
    “Please don’t hurt me.” A river of tears rolled down her cheek.
    “This ain’t about you. This is about your bitch-ass nigga boyfriend. He owe me and now he’s gonna pay.” Deion pulled out a knife from his back pocket and with ease and precision he let the sharp blade rip open Trina’s smooth skin. Blood gushed out of the right cheek of her face. The girl was silent for a few moments as if paralyzed in shock. Once the realization kicked in, an ear-piercing scream soared through the entire apartment, causing Reggie to rush inside the room.
    “Deion, what the fuck did you do?” Reggie barked, noticing all the blood gushing from Trina’s face.
    Deion looked at Reggie for brief moment before answering. “This is payback,” Deion said calmly.
    “Man, this some bullshit!” Deion ignored Reggie and focused his attention on Tee, who was now in tears. He then turned towards Trina, who had both hands covering her face as the blood continued to flow through her fingers. She shook hysterically, clearly in pain and still in shock. But Deion felt no remorse. In all actuality the money Terrance owed was peanuts to him, but Deion didn’t give a damn. There was a code of the streets that he expected everybody to follow when it came to business. If Deion gave one nigga a pass then all of them would start thinking they could slide too, and he had no intentions of entertaining that bullshit.
    “Now we’re even,” Deion stated, stepping on Terrance’s face before blasting him in the other ass cheek.
    Chapter 4
    Tunnel Vision
    “You about to fuck everything up with your bullshit,” Alex scolded as he paced in his kitchen.