“Look, y’all know that Moe Mo Money King is a hood legend, and he used to run with Bumpy Johnson. So, if I’m right, and I believe I am, and she is his granddaughter then y’all know she was raised amongst wolves. Her uncle died in jail. He was one of them New World Muslims. Them Elijah Muhammad fanatics, niggas unity tighter than any other Muslims. They loyal to the code, stone cold killers, tried and true and ain’t none like them, nobody can touch them. Them niggas will kill you about Elijah. Faheem, your dad will tell you what’s up.”

“Y’all niggas need to know what’s up. The New World 17; y’all the muthafuckas who need to google them.”

“But ol’ girl is on the Don’s radar. He put a marker on her head before I went to Cali. An old beef.” Trae told us.

“Shit how big of a marker? Who is she to him?” Bo asked.

“3.5 mil with some stipulations.” Kay answered.

“If we are being set up, then by who?” I wanted to know. And for what?

“For what don’t matter and Kevin. It’s Kevin.” Kaylin said.

“If its Kevin, what his relation to the Don? These muthafuckas playing games.” I was convinced.

“Okay, so if it’s a game, we need to know the rules before we can play. My first question is, do we call him and tell him she’s here, or do we wait?” Kaylin wanted to know.

“Shit, I’m looking at the money,” Bo said, “Find out if the contract is still good. If so, while y’all niggas trying to figure shit out, I want it.”

Trae was staring at the girl through the glass door. “That is her. The million-dollar girl right here. Right now on my first day out. Kevin; he’s setting us up. It’s a test. I ain’t fuckin’ around with it. I’m not waiting around.” Kaylin pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.

He sent the pictures off in a text. Then he said, “If he doesn’t call us, then it’s nothing. If he does, we will deal with it then.”

“But in the meantime, I think we should pull Kevin’s punk ass in here. I’ve always had my doubts about him. If he set us up, I’ma handle him personally.” Trae was agitated, and it was obvious. After all, the man hadn’t been home for more than twenty-four hours and now he was faced with this.

“If he’s setting y’all up, who is he setting y’all up for? For himself?” These niggas weren’t answering my questions fast enough for me. What the fuck were they into? I felt like I needed to be put on.

“Tasha said Kev has us looking like the Escobar family; shit, maybe they need help with their product,” Kaylin said.