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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
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“I ain’t wit’ all this elbow-to-elbow shit,” Rhonda said, squeezing toward the corner.

True was onstage doing his verse. His pants were hanging partially off his ass, exposing his two-way. When he moved to the end of the stage where Rhonda was standing she tried to get his attention. True couldn’t hear what she was shouting over all the noise, but even if he could he wouldn’t have responded. Rhonda was a good fuck, but he didn’t need her fucking up his groove that night. He was trying to step his game that night and bag something exotic. Rhonda was local pussy that he could tag whenever the mood struck him.

“I know this muthafucka hear me,” Rhonda said to Reese.

“Rhonda, let that man do his thing,” Reese said. She watched intently as Pain went into his verse in the song. Unexpectedly, Don B. was heading in their direction. He was holding a microphone in one hand and a towel in the other. Reese tried to back out of his line of vision, but Rhonda was pushing her closer to the stage.

“Bitch, watch out,” Rhonda said and shoved Reese.

Reese stumbled and caught herself on the edge of the stage at the exact moment Don B. reached down to get a bottle of water out of the small cooler onstage. His tinted eyes landed on Reese, whose breath caught in her chest. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses so there was no way to tell if he recognized her or not. Reese tried to think of something to say, but drew a complete blank.

“Don B.!” Rhonda shoved past Reese and tapped Don B.’s pant leg. He looked down at her and nodded. “It’s Rhonda, Kelly’s sister!”

No! Reese wanted to scream at Rhonda, who was waving her arms like a woman on fire, trying to get Don B.’s attention. Don B. glanced at Rhonda, but Reese was sure he couldn’t hear a damn thing over the music. He smiled and said something back, but it was drowned out. It looked like Rhonda was about to try and climb on the stage, when Don B. was called back to do his verse in the “Slap Ya Self” remix. Once again, Reese had narrowly dodged a bullet, but how long could she keep it up? Eventually she would have to face her demons.

22

The ride uptown turned out to be a pleasant one for the two and a half fugitives. They made a brief stop at a diner and all picked up some takeout orders of bacon and eggs. Hearing Yoshi’s recollection of Jah coming to her rescue tickled the hell out of Billy. It was the first time she had smiled all night and Yoshi was glad to see the change in her friend’s mood. Sometimes she worried that Billy would let her grief drive her to do something stupid.