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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

Rhonda couldn’t help but to feel fucked up for Jah. He was reacting to the sight of Yoshi much the same as she had, but what burned in Jah was pure evil. Rhonda remembered then how she begged God to give her a means to teach Yoshi’s attackers a lesson, and here he was …

“Jah,” she said, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “I know who did this, but if I tell you, you can’t say where you got the info from.”

Jah spun around so fast he scared her. “Rhonda, if you know something, don’t keep me in the dark.”

The mad glare in his eyes told Rhonda that the tidbit of information she held meant the lives or deaths of several men. She reveled in her godly powers for a long moment before setting the wheels in motion. “It was Rel and them niggaz.” Pulling Jah closer to whisper, Rhonda went on to tell him the full story of Yoshi’s rape, including the details that Billy had omitted earlier. By the time Jah left, Rhonda was thoroughly convinced that she had set a mad dog loose in the streets. She smiled triumphantly and waited for the other shoe to fall.

35

“You just gonna sit there and get high all night?” Elaine asked, placing one hand on her hip. She was a piss-yellow dime that Spooky had on-and-off-again relations with. He dug her on a level above just being a fuck thing, but he couldn’t deal with her mouth. Like Rhonda, who was straight reckless when it came to knowing what to say out of her mouth, she could get a nigga tight to the point where he wanted to jap her.

“Pretty much.” Spooky exhaled a dark cloud. He was draped lazily over his recliner, half playing a game of Major League Baseball.

“I swear, you’re the laziest muthafucka.” She bumped the recliner as she passed it.

“Shut up and bring me something to drink!” he yelled to Elaine. “Crazy-ass broad,” he mumbled.

“I heard that shit. Don’t make me fuck you up!” she called from the kitchen.

“Fuck are you, part bat?” Spooky whispered. Swinging himself into an upright position, Spooky began concentrating on the game. As soon as he got into it, someone knocked on the door. Spooky ignored it, but they knocked again. “You hear every damn thing but the door, huh?” Spooky called to Elaine.

“How the hell am I supposed to be getting you something to drink and answer the door? Put the game on pause and see who it is, with your lazy ass!” she called back.

“Bitch,” Spooky mumbled, going to the door. Once he was certain it wasn’t an enemy, he unlocked the door and went back to the game without bothering to open it.