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floor in the projects, and the shit was disturbingly uncomfortable for him.
                  As much as he wanted to see his daughter Quita, he wouldn’t dare go near Tianna’s house after the stunt she pulled at the wedding. He didn’t know what had come over her or what possessed her to show up at the ceremony like that. They had never discussed the two of them being together, and she had a boyfriend. He didn’t know what the hell was going through her head and figured it was best that he stayed away for a while.
                  As he sat in his car, all he could think about was how hard life had been for him over the past few years. It hadn’t been his fault that he’d gone to jail for robbery. He had taken one of his cousins to the store for him to rob the place without Quasym’s knowledge. His lawyer had done everything they could to get him off, but the fact alone that he was there made him an accessory to the crime. He’d received a 5-year sentence and only had to do half of the time.
    All the money he had before was exhausted on lawyer fees, leaving nothing for his girl Zaria to take care of the house. Fortunately Zaria was strong and was able to handle things, but he hated the fact that she had to work so hard in order to do so.
    Quasym had promised her every day that soon as he got home from prison he would make things right, bu t it hadn’t been as easy as he thought. Everyone that he thought he had in his corner had turned their backs on him and was too busy racking paper without him. Niggas loved to see him down and wasn’t anybody trying to give him a chance to get back on his feet.
    Tap! Tap!
    Quasym jumped at the sound of someone tapping on his window. He’d been so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t even notice them coming. Damn I’m slipping. Nigga could’ve put one in my head, and I wouldn’t have even seen it coming. Quasym thought as he rolled his window down.
    “Andres will see you now. Get out,” the guard ordered and pulled on the door to open it.
    Quasym put his blunt out in the ashtray, stepped out of the car, and was tossed roughly against the hood. As bad as he wanted to check the dude for roughing him up, he thought better of it upon seeing the sniper rifles that was stealthily trained on him. He had been sitting outside of Andres Botticelli’s house waiting to see him.
    Andres was one of the most powerful men in the worl d, if not the most powerful. When Quasym requested to meet with him, he was fully expecting to be turned away considering he was a far cry from the bosses that Andres normally dealt with. But when Andres had agreed, Quasym was truly surprised and honored. The only problem was when he’d arrived, Andres told him that he was busy and that he would have to wait before he could see him. That had been fourteen hours ago, and Quasym had waited out every minute of it. He needed this meeting with Andres and needed it bad.
    “I ain’t got anything on me mane, got damn!” Quasym complained as the guard ran his hands up and down him checking for any weapons.
    “Shut up before I make you wait longer,” the guard said and then turned to walk away. “Follow me!”
    Quasym followed the guard down the long driveway that led to the exquisitely built home. The house was huge, at least several acres wide from what Quasym could see from the front of the house. He could only imagine what the inside of the home looked like.
    As the guard m oved up the steps that led up to the doorway, Quasym stood back frozen with astonishment. He had never seen anything like this before besides in the movies. He knew that Andres had to be getting paper on a major scale, and he wanted in. He dreamed of the day he could have a house like this if only half the size.
    The guard cleared his throat and Quasym quickly climbed the steps and went inside the house. The ceiling was the first thing that .caught his attention. It was so high unlike the ceiling in his hom e where