“Whether she was one of mine or not, you keep sniffing around stray pussy and you’re liable to get scratched.” The look she gave Scar was one of warning. The taller girl took the hint and headed back to the other side of the room. “Some bitches,” Cat said and shook her head.

“I don’t know what it is with bitches hitting on me lately,” Yoshi said.

“Can’t say that I blame them.” Cat eyed her.

“Don’t play wit’ me.”

“I’m only joking, Yoshi. So I hear my brother has a date with your friend tonight.”

“Damn, did he put it on the Internet?”

“Come on, Yoshi, I’m his sister. He seems to really like her,” Cat admitted.

“I hope so. If he disrespects my friend, I’m gonna get in his ass,” Yoshi warned.

“Yoshi, let me tell you something about my brother.” She sat in the spot Scar had vacated. “Regardless of what you might think, he ain’t like that. Yeah, Marcus used to be a dog just like the rest of him, but his rabbit got a hold of a gun.”

“What?” Yoshi asked, confused.

Cat laughed. “He got played. Marcus had hooked up with this chick and fell head over heels for her. The boy was even thinking about moving in with her. Come to find out, she was fucking some out-of-town niggaz for hits of dope. That shit crushed my brother, and since then he’s been really funny about the type of girls he dates. Trust me, he ain’t gonna play no games with Billy’s heart. If he’s trying to holla, then he genuinely digs her.”

“And why should I take your word for that?” Yoshi challenged.

Cat just shrugged. “Billy already made it clear to me that she doesn’t do pussy, so I stand nothing to gain from trying to sabotage it. See you out on the floor.” Cat got up and grabbed her top before heading out to the main floor. As she passed, Scar gave her a look, but kept her mouth in check.

28

Yo, I don’t believe I let that clown-ass nigga hit it,” Rhonda said, filling her plastic cup with Long Island iced tea.

“I thought you said he had a big dick,” Reese said, sipping from her cup.

“Oh, from what I can remember the sex was good, but he ain’t really got nothing to offer. I asked my brother about him and he told me that Slick ain’t no heavyweight.”

“So what, you bust a nut and hit the nigga for a few dollars. If anything, you came out on top.”

“Baby, life ain’t always about a few dollars and a nut. I’m looking for the big score,” Rhonda told her. “Speaking of big score, what’s up with you and Don B.?”

“Ain’t nothing up,” Reese said, her thoughts going back to her test results.