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get my rifle and nine millimeter!" he demanded, as he looked around like he was about to kill somebody. Sweat was starting to form on his butter pecan skin, which further let me know that he was pissed to the max.
    “What are you going to do?" I questioned nervously.
    “Just do what I said do. We don’t have time for the back and forth shit. Did you see who it was on the surveillance? These nigga's out here got me fucked all the way up. I'm about to show these nigga's that they fucking with the wrong nigga and ain’t no hope for none of they bitch asses when I get ahold of ‘em!”
    I had Kortez play it back to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. The first person I saw was our next door neighbor, Alonzo. I was in complete and utter shock. Alonzo was a guy he met years ago when we lived in the heart of North Memphis. Kortez took Alonzo under his wings and taught him the game. For Alonzo to steal from the hand that fed him was a hell no in this game and it could get you killed. He was incredibly stupid for crossing my husband. Loyalty, respect, and honor were the only rules you live by in this game. 
    The reality of what happened while I was sleep finally set in. I felt myself on the verge of a mini panic attack, but now was not the time to be acting all crazy and delusional. Adrenaline rushed through my body like a volcanic eruption; my nerves were on ten. My heart was beating over a mile a minute, and from the crazed look on Kortez’s face, I could tell that murder was definitely on his mental. I prayed to God to watch over the thief he once called a friend and that He would have mercy on his soul once my man got a hold of him.
    I sighed before heading over to the under bed safe to grab his guns. Kortez quickly grabbed them out of my hand and ran out of the house with me hot on his trail. “Baby, please don't do anything crazy. Think about what you are about to do.” I was becoming petrified with each word spoken. He swiftly turned around and faced me while I continued talking to him. “Baby what are you going to do? I know you hear me, Kortez. Are you going to kill him when you find him?” He hit me with a blank stare. “Answer me gotdammit!”
    He took a deep breath, “So what you want me to do? I'm not going to let anyone take shit from us and you know that. I'ma do whatever it takes to get our stuff back, Alisha.”
    Without waiting for me to reply, Kortez turned around and stormed out of the house. I walked out of the door behind him, brushing pass a loose nail hanging on the staircase. The nail grabbed a hold of my shorts and wouldn’t let up no matter how much I pulled. I just tried to walk past anyway and it yanked me backwards, causing me to flip over and tumble down to the bottom of the stairs.
    “Fuck!” I yelled out. Even though the fall did slow me down a bit, I still got up from the ground like a G and ran behind my man. My knee was extremely sore from hitting the ground, but right now all I could think about was letting Kortez jeopardize what took us years to establish. We managed to make a nice living without raising any red flags and I was going to make sure that we kept it that way.
    When I finally hobbled outside, Kortez was on Alonzo’s front porch. As I walked up to join him, he pushed me behind him like the protective husband he was. “Please think about what you’re doing,” I whispered. He ignored me and began knocking on the door. A sickening feeling course over me the more Kortez beat on the door and got no answer. I knew he would lose patience soon. We were becoming impatient with each passing minute. This nigga just don’t know Kortez will kick this door in. He needs to answer.
    “Nigga, open up this mother fuckin door! I know you in there, you dumb son of a bitch! I can see you moving. Don't make me shoot this mother fucker up because you know I will!”
    I had seen him upset, but never this mad. By the he way he was gripping his gun I knew that death was near if he