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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
  51. Newsletter Sign-up

Before Marlene could answer, the other line beeped on her cell. A quick glance at the number revealed that it was Paul. “Audrey, I’ll call you back. My boo is on the other line.”

“Whatever, sprung ass,” Audrey said, hanging up.

“Hey, baby,” Marlene answered when she clicked over. It only took a matter of seconds before her angelic smile melted into a frown. Paul had just broken the news to her that he and Larry were going out and she wasn’t happy with it. Though Marlene was irked, she knew better than to let Paul know it. She was seasoned in life and had to maintain her composure at all times.

“Okay, baby, I understand,” she lied.

“I knew you would, boo,” Paul said. “I probably won’t be out that long. Me and Larry are gonna go shoot pool and maybe have a few drinks. If you’re still up, I might come out there when it’s over.”

“Don’t inconvenience yourself over me,” she said, a little sharper than she had intended. “I don’t want you traveling all this way on the late night. Do you and we’ll talk in the morning.” Before Paul could respond, Marlene hung up.

For a little over five minutes, Marlene just stood in her kitchen staring straight ahead. Audrey’s words replayed in her head and stunk like a hot pin. It wasn’t the fact that she said it, but the fact that someone else could be allowed to put doubt in her mind. Marlene tossed her cup of tea in the sink, deciding that she was too far gone to be soothed by drinking herbs. Instead, she grabbed her pack of Bambu papers and walked toward her bedroom. As she thumbed through her massive walk-in closet, she decided what was good for the goose was good for the gander.

Part Two

One Hell of a Night

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By the time the girls arrived at Exit, the line had already began to snake up the block. Teenage boys and girls hustled up and down the streets wearing Bad Blood paraphernalia and brandishing picket signs advertising their latest single “Slap Ya Self.” The sidewalk was crowded with people of all ages and social statuses buzzing about the highly anticipated performance. It seemed like the hometown boys were gonna make good.

The girls were out to get it that night, dressed to turn heads. Rhonda wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a spandex shirt with the word “freak” stretching across her large breasts. Reese was also doing her thing in a denim dress and high-heeled shoes. Guys looked their way as they stepped onto the curb, but Billy and Yoshi were the real showstoppers.