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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
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  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
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“How sweet,” Rhonda said sarcastically. “Anyhow, tell him he can drop the money off when he brings P.J. home.” Before Marlene could respond, Rhonda hung up.

“Fucking bitch,” Marlene mumbled to the dead phone line. It was moments like those that Marlene regretted giving Rhonda the green light to call her house. She did it as a courtesy because P.J. spent nights there, but Rhonda used it as an excuse to irritate her. Paul’s baby’s mother was a royal pain in the ass and Marlene was getting tired of her shit. If Paul didn’t have the balls or the desire to do something about her, Marlene was going to take matters into her own hands.

Walking to the supply closet in the hall, Marlene removed a small Ziploc bag and an envelope. Next she picked up the comb that she had been using on P.J.’s hair and Paul’s brush. One way or another, Rhonda’s bullshit was going to come to an end.

Part Three

A Vicious Cycle

27

Yo, kid, I’m bored as hell,” Groovy said, flicking through the channels on the television.

“Me, too, yo,” Rel agreed, pouring some Hennessy into a plastic cup. “Man, we need to be on the streets.”

“And risk that little nutball muthafucka Jah creeping on us?” Slick said from the wooden chair he was lounging on. “Nah, we’re gonna keep a low profile until we resolve this shit.”

“Yo, I’m feeling like a real sucka-ass nigga just sitting around, Slick. That young nigga ain’t built like that,” Rel said, downing his cup. “That’s my word, we can get it popping wherever we see duke!”

“Man, I’m wit’ Rel on this one, Slick.” Groovy dropped the remote and sat up. “I know we beefing wit’ the niggaz from the other side, but Jah ain’t nobody. We’re acting like we getting it on with some heavyweights. We got the guns and the soldiers, man, ain’t no need for us to get low.”

“Groove, I dig where you’re coming from, but you gotta dig where I’m coming from. Right now we’re banging out with some niggaz we really don’t know too much about. We don’t know how deep Jah’s crew is, or exactly who he’s with. Anytime one of us leaves here, we’re gonna have to take a hammer and with his getting it on so close to the precinct, the streets are on fire. You gotta think about this logically.” Slick was putting up a front like he was going at the situation logically, but he was really nervous.