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me the go-ahead to get my grind back on, I hauled ass out the crib before she changed her mind. She was known for changing it at the drop of a hat, and I couldn’t afford to let her pull the plug on this one, because I had a lot at stake. Not only that, but I gave them niggas my word that I was coming into the fold, so I couldn’t turn back now. Once I revved up the engine on my money-green Dodge Magnum, I sped out of her neighborhood within a matter of seconds.
    In the middle of my drive, I thought about what it was going to be like to be back on the grind. I knew that times had changed, so I wouldn’t be able to do the same shit I used to do back in the day. I also wondered what it was going to be like working for Mike and his right-hand man, Jay. I had only known these cats for a couple years. I met them both while we were all doing time at the federal camp in Petersburg, Virginia, and when we found out that we were from the same area, we started working out on the compound together. They got released about two years before I did, but Mike gave me his number and told me to look him up when I came home. I did. Now we were about to have a little reunion.
    Before I would be able to catch up with them, I had to find out where they wanted to meet. I called Jay. “Ay yo, Jay,” I said the moment he answered. “Where you and Black want me to meet y’all?”
    “Come out to Portsmouth.”
    “Where at?”
    “Meet us in Prentis Park.”
    “Which side?”
    “We gon’ be parked outside this white house on the corner of Lincoln and Richmond Avenue.”
    “A’ight,” I said and hung up.
    After twenty minutes of constant traffic, I finally made it to my destination. From the second I drove up and saw Mike posted up by his Hummer and Jay standing next to his 2008 Chrysler truck sitting on twenty-two inch rims, I knew shit was about to be on. Without hesitation, I got out of my car and joined them. I walked up and greeted Mike’s big, black, husky ass first. “What’s good, dawg?” I said, giving him the proper handshake.
    “Just trying to make moves, son,” he told me, revealing a diamond bezel Chopard wristwatch.
    The shit damn near blinded me, but I played it off like the shit didn’t faze me. I mean, how would I look, sweating that nigga’s shit? That’s some ol’ bitch move. After I let his hand go, I walked over to Jay and greeted him too.
    “Ready to go to work?” Jay asked me.
    Before I answered him, I looked at his tall, skinny, Puerto Rican-looking ass, dipped out in a three hundred-dollar pair of Red Monkey jeans with a brand spanking new white tee and a fresh pair of white Air Force Ones. The only piece of jewelry he had on was a gold rope with an iced-out cross dangling from the end of it. Jay wasn’t the flashy type of cat like Mike, but he wasn’t too far behind him.
    “Yeah, I’m ready,” I finally said.
    “A’ight. Well, follow us.”
    I hit the alarm button on my key chain and followed Mike and Jay into the white house. From the outside, the shit looked run-down with the chipped paint and all. But on the inside, they had it kind of hooked up.
    “Whose spot is this?” I asked.
    “This is my girl Trina’s crib,” Mike said. “She don’t be here that much anymore since I got her a bigger spot out on Churchland.”
    “Must be nice.”
    “For her, it is. But you know I just brought my wife, Lacy, a crib out on Virginia Beach.”
    “Yeah, I remember you telling me a while back. How is she?”
    “She’s a’ight. Can’t wait till she drop that load. Shit, it feels like she’s been pregnant forever.”
    “How many months is she?”
    “Eight.”
    “So, what y’all having?”
    “As big as she is, she looks like she’s carrying two big-headed boys,” Jay interjected and laughed.
    “Yeah, he ain’t lying. But she ain’t carrying nothing but one. When she had the ultrasound, they told her she was having a girl.”
    I smiled. “That’s what’s up!”
    “So, whatchu trying to