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Donte's POV

    I was beyond pissed with my girl. She had the nerve to bust some stupid stuff on me like I was gonna handle a death with a lollipop.

    She's always running away from her problems. How we gonna talk?

    But I just pushed her out of my mind and focused on our next meeting with a new connect since the previous one proved to be suspicious.

    As payback, me and my boys beat the mess out of him and had him dangling upside-down on a rope until he eventually died.

    I pulled up to the new chicken joint and went to a table. Scrolling through my cell phone, I stopped at Deadra's number. I hadn't heard from her in a while.

    I couldn't say I didn't miss Marc even though he wasn't my kid. And I couldn't believe that Deadra kept this from me for so long.

    And I sho'll couldn't believe that my supposed-nigga, Patrick would do something like that. We were ride-or-die homies but...wow.

    I was ready to kill him when I walked into that shop and saw him laughing and joking around like everything was cool and fine.

    Luckily, I had handled his ass at the Trap the next day after beating him. He looked ragged and shit but that didn't stop my anger.

    Travis had came through and actually fulfilled what he said about bringing Patrick up there and that's all I liked about him. Trust.

    I don't know what my boys did to him after I left though, and I know that Deadra sure as hell won't be hearing from Patrick again.

    It'd been five minutes and Asap finally showed up in a tight shirt and Levi's 514 straight-fit, black, camouflage chino pants.

    I was rocking a Rolex watch, Levi denims, and a black shirt.

    I gave Asap some dap and gestured for the waitress to come over. Slim girl, short weave.

    "Hey, baby. Can you get us a lemonade?" I asked. The waitress fluttered, nodded, and walked off. Asap gave me a look and frowned. "That ain't right, man."

    "Shut the hell up. Can we just focus please?" I rolled my eyes.

    "Whatever. But...my baby is havin' some issues nowadays. She not sure if she wanna marry me or naw."

    "Lee? Why? Shorty ain't tell me shit."

    "Well, all I know is her sister died. I was at the funeral and she wasn't takin' it well. Imma try to call her tonight but she never be answerin' her phone."

    "Damn, that's rough. When Shorty come 'round, Imma ask her about Lee. A'ight?"

    "That's coo'."

    Finally, the man we were supposed to be meeting up with came to our table and gave us dap. He sat down across from us and got himself settled, taking off his jacket.

    The waitress set our lemonades on the table and then looked at Ronno. "Naw, ma. I'on want nothin'." He said.

    "So, let's get down to business." Asap said.

    "Well, I'm comin' up in the game and all but I needa know how much y'all coppin' out for a nigga."

    "Depend on how much kilos you tryna give."

    "Eh, how 'bout 100. That's all I can give right now cause I got niggas lined up just like y'all."

    "Can we trust you?" I asked suspiciously.

    "Hell yeah!"

    "A'ight. Then, we can give you about 1.5 mil." The deal went quickly and I was grateful to get the hell up outta there.

    I assured Asap after Ronno left (and I'd given him the money) that I'd talk to Shorty even though no one other than momma knew that we ain't on speaking terms.