CHAPTER 1
~I feel like EL Chapo minus the Sinaloa Cartel. I got binoculars on my Cartier's, I can see the soul of a brick~
I'm light-light-skinned but I'm black. I'm frail but I'm strong. I'm mid-heightened but I'm a giant in stature. The Hennessey tint on my frames help me block out the haters. And the patch over my right eye only makes me see ten times harder from my left eye. I sport the patch under my Cartier buffs to remind niggas of my struggle. My buffies iced the fuck out and the white legs match the guts of my Hellcat. The rally stripes offset the big ass F in the middle on my 26's. And don't get the freckles and my pump-waves twisted. Just because I look like a pretty boy don't mean I didn't get this shit out the mud. Or that I'm soft. Cause as the story told, I came up off a skun of raw and I'll pop yo ass faster than you can count to 1. 2. 3. BANG. BANG IS THE SOUND OF MY GLOCK!BANG. BANG NIGGA.
My Hellcat spinned the block and everybody was pointing and looking. It feel good to have all eyes on me and I ain't gone lie it feel good to have a pocket full of money. I rode up each block twice just so I could recieve double the love. I stuck my wrist out the window for the hood to get a glance of my rolly watch. It was just a little plain jane but just know I paid my dues and I was no beginner to this stunning shit.
After spinning some blocks, I even made time to hop out and grab a little thot digits. I knew she was too young so I deleted it as soon as I saved it. When i got back into my car two little young niggas I knew followed me all the way up the block. I don't how the hell they managed to reach the trap spot before me. These nigga was riding bikes. The shit amazed me so much I had to ask. "How the fuck y'all get here before me?"
"We hit the alley"They replied. That made sense but it still shocked me. I was so impressed I dug in my pockets and peeled them a sleeve a piece off. A sleeve is a crispy hundred dollar bill. They happily took the hundreds and peeled of on they bikes. They made it half-way up the block and I called them back. I asked them did they want to work for me and they said yep before I could even finish the sentence. I gave them instructions and instruments. The instruments was the glock 19s. The instructions was simply. Any unmarked cars that come through spark at it. The little homies was down. I gave them some extra clips and sent them on they way.
Eighteen minutes later, I was in the trap selling dickhead raw through my bulgar bars. That dogfood was doing me justice. I use to sell weed pills and dope but I said fuck all that shit once I touched the dogfood. Thats when I was 13. I'm 19 now and I got the hood in a chokehold with my special recipe. Fentanyl and Droperidol did the job. I knocked em up side the head and they drop-dead off my shit!
The raw heads got up bright and early so I got rewarded for being on the same page. It's 6:53 going on the top of the morning. And I bet you I'm gone knock off about 300 grams before 8:00. 8:00 hit I did well over that. Why sell it whole when I can break it down and do the damn thang. I had a pocket full of money and I headed out to my stash house. It was only five houses from my trap so all I had to do was hop a few back gates. When I got there shit wasn't looking right. The door was ajar and the door knob was off. I'm talking completely off. I upped a . 40 and darted into the crib. I made it upstairs where two niggas was mauling my mans Darnell. They was beating him with the pistols sideways and pouncing his face in with deathly kicks. I'm talking the heel of a timberland boot kicks. I ain't gone lie my heart got to pounding like Nick Cannon on drumline. It fucked me up once I laid eyes on the jackboys. It was the two kids I just gave the two pistols to earlier. I ran in that bitch with the mag pointed at one kids and I ordered the other fourteen year old to drop his mag. Once they handed over they pistols, I backed them into the corner and went to check Darnell to see if he was still alive. ~Damn~I mused. Darnell was up out of there. They beat my mans to his last breath. The bitch ass kids got to crying and shit. They went into a story how Darnell forced them into the house because they wouldn't stop riding up and down the alleyways on their bikes. The story was believable. It sounded like some shit my nigga Darnell would do. Plus the little kids was soft ass Charmin or Cottonelle tissue so I knew they didn't have the heart to pull a kickadoe. With that said, I still wasn't about to chance it. They killed my mans and they deserved to get murked. I sent they ass to the pearly gates execution style and burnt the stash house down. I got all the money up out the safe and half of the work. I couldn't afford to get caught so I panicked and left the scene once the smoke started to manifest. I called my niggas Pizza that lived up the street. I called his phone over and over but the nigga wouldn't answer the phone. I even posted outside his house and blew the horn and the nigga still wasn't answering the phone or coming out. Then all of sudden, I looked in my review and spotted the geeky ass federal agent from this morning. I wrapped around the block and stopped at a stop sign and he pulled beside me. He flashed his phone showing off some footage. I took my yays off and the cop had footage of me running from the burning house into my car. I couldn't believe the balls of this nigga. I mean mugged his bitch ass and spun off. Once I lost him I called my boo Tiara. She answered on the first ring"Hey boo. "
"Boo. . Listen to me. Meet on northwestern highway at that place we always met--"I talked fast. "Whoa Whoa Whoa slow down Jamal. Tell me again. What happened?"Tiara yelled. I told her I didn't have enough time to tell her over again and to just meet me. I hung up on her ass and hit the freeway quick. This had to the shittiest day of my life. Well naw because the shittiest day of my life was when my pops got knocked off. But it surely the shittiest day I had ever started off having. First a bitch ass federal agent had the balls to show up at my crib. Then my mans Darnell got killed. And I had to kill two kids at that. Just when things couldn't get no worst the federal agent called my phone talking reckless. He told me to paid him in cash right now and he would make the video go away. I told the nigga to kick rocks. He had already had videos of me murking cats so what was the difference. The agent retorted. "I'm in the business of capturing not catching"
I hung up on his ass kept punching the dashboard. It took me a minute to grasp his words but it hit me. He was looking for a payout or a buyout for the videos. He really was a dirty call. I called him back and told him I had apprehension taking on the jack so meet me in person. I gave him the hotel destination but he declined. He gave me a address and showed up at someplace outside the southwest area. When I hopped out I glanced and every which direction.
I just knew this shit was a set up or something. I just knew uniformed cop cars and unmarked cars were going to pull up and surround me with they guns drew. But none of that happened.
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"You know them kids you killed back there wasn't even old enough to buy juicy giants at the gas stations?Them fuckers were still pissing on they balls with the midas touch man?I got all that shit on video too. It will amaze you what the hell a flying drone can capture. Now listen to me and listen to me close Jamal. I have enough shit on you to put you under the jail. Most the shit you did was flat-out cold deliberated and calculated. Man you on these videos going buck-wild. But all that can change. All you have to do is say that's not you on the videos. Feel me?Just sit there and wrap your mind around all this shit I just said. "The dweeby cop sprawled out on his Laz-E-Boy with no cares in the world. I already had it in my mind I was gone turn his head to spaghetti if he tried something. I had a Tec-9 with a speed-loaded-30-round-clip in my draws. But first I wanted to hear this bitch nigga out. I still couldn't believe what I was hearing after I finally did hear him out. I was waiting for some people to come popping out of the walls or something. Like a hidden-camera show for the dumbest criminals. But that never happened. Instead the agent pulled out some white papers. The papers had my name printed in big bold letters. The indictment included Darnell. My mans Earl. My mans Pizza. And, last but not least, my boo Tiara. I don't mean to sound mushy and shit but I started to get lightheadedness and my eyes got watery when I seen my boo name printed in black ink. I asked him how much he needed and he told me a quarter milly. I smirked at the ticket because I had that stashed away for a rainy day. A quarter of a mill was nothing to me. I had the block in a headlock with the dogfood for the past three years. That was 6months of work. I told him I got that for him and he agreed to rip the indictment papers once he got the cheese in his hand
"I thought you were serving the papers to me at evening?"
"Evening haven't hit. Get me my money"The cop winked. I did doughnuts from the agent house and made it back to the hotel. Tiara pulled in seconds right after me. I was glad about that because she would had been tripping hard if I was late. I had already purchased the room via telephone we went straight there and kicked it. For hours we planned on getting the agent his money. It wasn't that I didn't have it. It was all about what I had the cheese in. I had cheese in set up in different places. But I mostly had assets. I'm talking Bonds. Homes. Jewelry. Cars. And all kinds of other shit. Come to think about it, I had this ranch I cashed that I had never been to too. A friend of mines name Mike Deport got into a tight-fight with money so I loaned him the cheese. He got into a motorcycle accident and the property was in my name. His widow was down and out so I left her to take care of the property. I had never even been there. But clearly it was time to pay the ranch a visit!!!!
I drove 2-and-a-half hours up north to St. Louis, Michigan. It felt like 5 due to the morning traffic jams. Tiara wanted to come but I had her go handle some other things. A big bright smile came across my face once I saw the big ass ranch. It was so many acres I couldn't count. It seem like I was in a whole nother country. A couple knocks at the door and Flow opened up. She welcomed me in and we quickly talked about the property worth. She shocked me with the number. She said the land was worth over a million dollars. I ain't no superstitious or religious cat but it felt like God wanted me to inherit the property just for this predicament. Lord knows he wanted me out the drug game. I told Flow I had some extra business opportunities on my plate and I wanted to sell the property. I told her I wouldn't leave her high and dry so I proposed that she look for a nice place and I would buy the home out the monies after the sell of the ranch. I got a response I didn't forecast. Flow snapped and told me to get the fuck off her property. She then threatened me and said she would cry rape if I came back. She even threw a George Foreman grill at my head. Luckily my good reflexes allowed me to duck. I got the hell up out of there but I told her I would be back.
When I did come back she had an audience outside. It was townsfolk and the local police. I didn't get a fuck I pulled back up ad hopped out. I had papers to the house and they rested in my hands. After the policeman smoked over the paperwork he sided with me. He let Flow grab all her personal needs off the property and the policeman escorted her off the property. I wanted to feel bad for the bitch but I couldn't. She brunt the shit on herself. After she left, I went roaming around the property. I felt like a kid in a candy store. To much of my surprise, the ranch was loaded with all types of shit. There were a lot of collectable items inside. But the valuable things were outside. Mike had a whole motorcycle collection stored away. The darn area had sick Harleys and Kawasakis and shit. That's when I got to stratching my head. I wondered how the hell was Mike in debt when he owed all this shit. And that's when it hit me that my homeboy Mike lied to me. He just wanted to have something legal in my name just in case I got in a tough spot. Damn. It's a beautiful thing when you have white friends!
At that moment, I started to feel bad for Flow. I drove around town for hours and finally got the hit on where she might was staying at. It was a rinky dinky motel miles away from the ranch. I went door-to-door until I got to her. Luckily it was on the third try because them white folks were looking at me crazy. I was light but I wasn't light enough to fool them that I wasn't black. Me and flow had a constructive conservation about the ranch.
I told her that Mike never told me that he wasn't really in debt. She believed me and we shook hands to peace!We loaded my backseat and trunk up with all her personal items and drove back to the ranch. When we pulled up there was a big ole honky sitting on a motorcycle waiting outside. It caught me off guard because the honky looked just like my homeboy Mike. He had the leather biker get-up with the leather boots. He sported the Mohawk with the bad ass tattoos on his head and face like my mans Mike too. It was actually kinda weird. Especially when I spotted the guy skull head tattoos. He had them in the same spot as my mans Mike. He just was half of Mike age. I ain't the smartest man on the earth but Flow was on her cougar shit.
Flow kept quiet and went straight into the house. I introduced myself to the guy and we founded way to the back area of the ranch. The sun was beaming like we we're in the tropics so we founded shade under a awning.
"What cha say yo name was again?"The honky asked me the question so rude. I caught his vibes so I played him like he played me"My name the same name I told you back there. So if you wasn't listening that's yo fault. Dig this honky. I ain't here fucking sucking nor am I'm mucking yo FLOW dawg. I'm up here handling some business on behalf of my mans Mike. "I spoked with a overpowered rudeness. I finished talking by looking the honky up and down with the biggest mean mug ever. I don't even be into that tough guy shit. But I had to put it on the floor that I'll bust his bitch ass. Plus I don't even like white people to began with. I ain't no racist or nothing. But I had my reasons why I hated white people. And that was an whole nother story in itself. "Mike?"
"Yea Mike. Flows husband. He passed in a accident months back. "
"Figures!"
"Figures uh?Well look man. Like I said I'm just down here to figure some figures out. "
"Well you don't need me to figure nothing out. All this belongs to Flow. She doesn't want to give me a apple off one of these trees. And I'm the one who planted the the sons of bitches. Can you believe her man"
"I got 99 problems but a apple tree ain't one nigga"I hawked a spit at his shoe and upped my burner on the side of me. With a heavy shuttle I founded space between us two just in case I had to bust his ass. He ain't want no smoke so backed all the way back and appeared in the house with Flow. Off bat, Flow tried to explain to me who dawg was. But I cut her off and told her let's get down to business. She was already on point because she had a piece of paper with all the items she was willing to give up. After 16 minutes of negotiations, she handed over heirlooms and five custom Harley Davidson's. All the shit came up to a total of 350, 000. I drove away feeling like I won. Hell I only gave Mike 26 thousand before he died. So I didn't want to be greedy and put his wife out a home. I signed over the ranch and she owned a 100% of the shit.
The day turned night by the time I made it back to DETROIT. I called the federal agent and he agreed to meet up with me in spite of the day running out. I parked behind his Jeep and sparked a fat blunt. I stuffed that bitch with 4-grams of that cookie. I couldn't believe I was getting stiffed by a hoe nigga that wore a suit and tie with penny loafers. And it didn't make it no better he drove a fucking Wrangler. But I had suffered a few losses in my past and I knew I had to play into unconventional rules if I wanted to stay in the game. After facing the blunt, I walked in and
dropped the bag at his penny loafers. He smirked saying"I see you a little something-something for me. That makes me happy. Is it all there?The whole quarter?"He questioned with a litany of smiling faces.
"It's all there!!CASH"
"What took you so long?I thought we had an agreement that you would get me my money in the evening. You know time is money man. And I see you gots lots of time on your hands. It's gone cost you for being late"The agent peered over the rim of funny looking glasses dancing his eyes at my watch adding"That's a beauty. A real beauty. I thinks its worth your time and mines. " "Man now you pushing it man. It's a quarter milly in the bag"
"I don't care what's in the bag. What's in the bag is in the bag. I know you had me waiting for 8 hours to get what's in the bag. So are you going to hand over what's mine or not"The agent slicked-talked with a smirk plastered on his face the whole time. I remember that smirk like yesterday. The cracks of his mouth was erecting so hard his lips were touching his ears. There was no smirk on my face though. The wristwatch he gawked over was priceless. It was a stainless steel Rolex. It had a nice little bezel lit with princess cuts. But that's wasn't the reason why the Rolex was priceless. The timepiece meant everything to me because it once was my dad.
There the agent was sprawled over in his Laz-E-Boy like he owed the world. This nigga had the nerve to be wearing no shirt up top with some elastic pants with the spandex strap under the heel on the bottom. This nigga was a real joke. I wanted to bust his ass out so bad but I had to gather myself before I lost control. I had to constantly remind myself that he was not just a regular dude on the streets. This nigga was federal agent. Come to think about it I didn't even know his name. So I asked. "Man what's yo name?" "Does it matter?"
"Yea"
"My name is irrelevant. I got what I wanted and you got what you wanted. A mellow fellow like you do drug deals all day. Do you ask your fiends their names when you hand them smack. " "U right"
"I know I'm right"
"Just know I'm coming back for that watch man"I guaranteed matching his smirk, placing the watch in a coffee cup sitting on the coffee table. I repeated myself for a second time and walked out with my head down.
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~40 missed calls~I eyed my phone resting in the cupholder. I adjusted my seat to my pleasing and relaxed. I press started the ignition and let the windows down half-way. The night breeze felt good hitting my face. I took my eye patch off and tossed my Cartier buffs on. I cracked a smile for a minute because it was like a big load lifted off my shoulders. I was really excited for this shit with the agent to just be over!!That bitch nigga got his money and I didn't want to see him for the rest of my life.
I strolled through my missed call log and noticed damn near, if not all, were from my boo. I texted Tiara back telling her I was on my way home and then I did a group text with the homies. Pizza and Earl was happy to hear from me but they was mad as hell about the stash house catching fire. I perfectly swerved out from behind the agent jeep and pulled up beside it. I took pictures of the inside and sped the fuck off. Shortly after I pulled up on the block with my niggas. When I got there things was in pure chaos. Pizza and Earl was running around like a chicken with his head chopped off. "LET'S GLIDE AND SLIDE REAL QUICK"I told them to hop in the whip and they did. I made Earl drive with Pizza in the passenger seat while I played the backseat. I never let nobody ride in the back of me. That's how my pops got killed. Some nigga shot my pops two times in the back of his head and left him slumped. I learned from that shit. I wouldn't trust Jesus Christ behind me.
In minutes passing, we pulled up to a public libary parking lot on 7mile and blown down. While we smoked I came out and kept it real with the homies. I told them everybody that happened that morning from the federal agent to the killings in the stash spot. It was crazy because them niggas didn't believe me. I don't know if it was the weed but they really thought I was making the shit up. Moreover, Pizza and Earl fucked me up with some news. They told me the fire department showed up at the stash spot and put the blaze out fairly quick. On top of that, they said only two bodies were founded inside. The news spoke volumes. It didn't take no rocket science to know Darnell made it out the crib before the house erupted in flames. I knew for a fact I killed the two kids because I watched they brains scramble like eggs on the walls. And I knew for a fact I had to get the homies attention and put them up on game. "E and P listen to me dawg. Call Darnell phone and see if he answers. I didn't wanna leave the homey on stuck but I thought he was stir fry chicken. "
"Man if you don't shut the hell up with yo Marvel stories. "
"This nigga J don't get enough do he Pizza?This nigga need to be in filmmaking. "
"He'll sell out box office quick"Earl and Pizza went back and forth scoffing me. I had to show them niggas I didn't have the rolly on my wrist for them niggas to believe my story. That knew I wasn't playing after that. They knew I wouldn't take that watch off if my life depended on it. I eat sleep and shit in that watch. Once I had they full attention I told them niggas about everything. I didn't have to keep it real but I did because I'm a real nigga. But this what happens when keeping it real goes wrong. The nigga Pizza pushed up on me questioning me about the federal agent"So this dude. Thie ghost. This nigga you speak of where he live at?We need to know so we can cash him out ourselves. We need to get off them indictment papers to Mal. You know like I know that nigga coming back. As a matter of fact we need to wet this nigga up right now. 2night. You pay once you pay forever. And I'll ain't paying him shit but these clips"Earl pulled out a big ass bulldog.
"Yea where he at?"Pizza dickhandling ass hopped on Earl bandwagon. Pizza was Earl older cousin. Both was big scruffy-gruffy street niggas but Earl couldn't think for himself. Furthermore, Earl was more powerful than Pizza because he was the shooter. Earl was a flunkie and a killer. Last time I checked, that's a deathly combination. With that said, I knew I was dealing with two niggas on edge. Deep down I knew I wasn't gone drive Earl nor Pizza back to agent house. And I knew they was gone be highly pissed off if I didn't show them where he lived. So you know I had to rock them niggas to sleep. I played like I was totally down to go kill the agent and get the money back. I sold them niggas on a story that the agent lived in this juke joint on the eastside of Detroit. Them stupid niggas bought it too.
After hitting a couple freeways, then sidestreets, we made it to this vacant house, somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, on Eastwarren. We hopped out wearing all black with ski masks on gripping fully loaded pistols. We was ready to shoot some shit up. Well they was. I walked behind both of them fools the whole time we crept up to the house. Pizza kicked down the door and we all got to spraying and clapping through the doorway.
Bullets got to swimming in the air and guess who was dropping because it sho wasn't me. I melted they ass with shots to the back and to the back of the doom. Shit can you blame me. It's a dog eat dog world. I dont know where you been at for the last 30-plus years but it ain't soul to trust in the Det. I hopped back in my Hellcat and sped away from the scene. I wanted proof that Pizza and Earl was die so I spinned around the block and came back. I ain't gone lie to you that Darnell episode had me kinda spooked. I ran out of bullets so I whipped out my knife I had stashed in my glove compartment. I slit that nigga Earl throat first and then I slit the nigga Pizza shit to the white meat. I went in a fit of rage and got to stabbing them niggas in the face and in the chest area. I remember stabbing Earl so hard that the knife penetrated his flesh and got stuck in the wooden floor. I don't remember to much after that because I blacked out!!!
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When I got back home I asked Tiara to fall back and just give me some space for a minute. I disposed the bloody clothes by tossing it over in a trashbin behind my house. I lived downtown and highways subway systems and a string of restaurant was close by. It was so many trashbins everywhere to get rip of anything. Afterwards, I hopped in the shower turned the water on super hot and sat under ceiling sprinklers. I had three big ass ceiling sprinklers installed to catch all the parts on my body at once. But for some odd reason the water just flowed down to my head and rolled on my chest. Well a least it seem like no water was hitting my back because that's how I was feeling. I was feeling like nobody had my back out in here in these streets. I don't play the blame game or indulge in the victim roles but what happened today happened by committee. It happened by design so to speak. It was like the universe was saying kill or be killed. I didn't wake up asking to kill my home boys. But that's how it went down because I was born to live in this world I didn't make it.
I was sick about the homies Earl and Pizza falling in early graves. Them niggas was cool as niggas and I got money with them fools. I was sick about Darnell too. I didn't know whether the nigga was died or alive. But, at this very moment, I'm more sick about my pops watch. This was no ordinary watch people. This was the watch my dad bought when he first came into some real money. Of course it was brought with drug money but whos judging. This watch sat on my pops wrist for years and years and years. The watch was his good luck charm. It might sound crazy but the watch was like the backbone of the family after he got killed. Moms would pawn the encrusted watch if we ever fell on hard times. If she needed some quick cash to pay a bill she used it as a crutch to fall on. So the watch has been with us through thick and thin. My pops was a Detroit kingpen who drove around in Porsches and wore gaudy cuban linx chains like the rappers you see today. He was most known in the city for being the guy with colorful minks dragging to the floor with the matching gators on his on toes. My pops was a bonafide rock star and so was his pops. I come from a long line of dope runners. If you ask me why I sell work I would say I'm carrying the torch for something I'm destined to do. Yes I said it. Yes I truly believe killing and selling drugs is something that I know for a fact I'm destined to do. It's not like I'm selling drugs to be some petty pinching dealer. I have ambition. I want to be the real deal like my pops and his pops. Because as you see I have to follow in rather large footsteps!!!
Speaking of footsteps, I could hear Tiara 6-inch heels from a mile away. Or maybe it was the Gucci Guilty. Her perfume had a sweet scent. She opened the stand-up shower door and just stared at me. After purging my eyes from the soap suds I stared at her too. Tiara had her long curly hair down to her back. Her sexy nightgown was complementing her sexy lipstick. My boo a stallion and she looked good in anything because my boo had a banging body. I'm talking ass and titties. She has that golden brown skin that would light up the day and a smile out of a Colgate commercial so she was the total package. Even when she was about to get to bitching and fussing. "Don't scare me like that. I been up all night drinking like a fish"She gulped down a bottle of Circo and hurtled it across the marble flooring.
"You know damn well I was not ignoring yo calls on purpose boo. You know that. "I kept it real. "I know you wouldn't just ignore me on purpose. But you still scared the living crap out of me when you don't pick up. You went from answering to not answering my phone calls altogether. What is am suppose to think Lorenzo"Tiara talked sadly. I knew she was sad forreal because she got to calling me Lorenzo. That's was my middle name and she only called me that when she was sad. Tiara looked at me with the puppy eyes mouthing"So tell me what happened"
"Where do I start. I went up-north to see bout Flow. I left her the deed to the house and O she got a boyfriend--"
Tiff cut me off saying"Yo told me all that remember when you came back to the city. You told about how you killed the two boys and took a can of gasoline and poured it on them and lit they ass on fire too. I know all that. I wanting know why you came in here all bloody Jamal Lorenzo Smith"
"I came in here bloody because I killed P&E"
"Why?"
"Them niggas was playing roles boo and you know me like the back yo hand. I ain't holding no nigga up. I thought I was moving forward by telling them niggas about the federal agent but all along I was moving backwards. "
"Stop beating around the bust. What happened Jamal?"
"Them niggas started pressing me to give them the federal agent whereabouts. I don't have to say the rest. And O' before I bodied them niggas they told me it was only two bodies founded in the stash house off 14th. I don't know how true it is but that's what they say" "I seen that on the news"
"See that's the shit I'm talking about. You just mentioning this shit. "
"Calm yo butt down. I didn't mention it because I figured you did not set Darnell body on fire on purpose. I didn't know he was left in the house too"Tiara said tellingly. She grabbed my hands and pulled me closer with her eyes her pierced on my manhood. That was a sign she didn't want to argue or fight but that she just wanted some dick. I wanted to spazz on her some more but I knew Tiara didn't mean no malice by not telling me what went down on the news. I was just bugging. And I knew she talked to me from outside the shower because she didn't want to get her hair wet. But she was gone have to make an exception for tonight. I pulled her inside the shower and ripped her nightgown off. "YOU LOOKING SO DAMN FINE GIRL. A WOMAN LIKE YOU DON'T COME AROUND A DIME A DOZEN"I whispered in he