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going to happen. You’re going to shoot me, or I’m going to cut your fucking throat.”
    Gucci studied Kahllah’s face to see if she was serious. She was. When Gucci took too long to make up her mind, Kahllah moved in on her with the blade. Gucci raised the gun, finger hesitating on the trigger. She didn’t want to kill Kahllah, but she didn’t want to die, either. When it was clear to her that Kahllah intended on making good with her threat, Gucci pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
    Kahllah slapped Gucci’s hand, sending the gun flying in the air. She fluidly moved behind Gucci and threw her into a choke hold, catching the gun with her free hand. She flicked the lever on the side of the pistol and dug the barrel into Gucci’s cheek. “If I was one of Shai Clark’s shooters, you’d be dead, all because you didn’t know to take the safety off first,” she whispered in Gucci’s ear.
    Gucci shoved Kahllah off her and spun in anger. “What the hell is your problem?”
    â€œMy problem is that you don’t understand the seriousness of your situation. I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention or not, but Animal isn’t going to let this thing with Shai go, and that’s your fault!”
    â€œAnimal is pressing the issue because he doesn’t want to leave his friends in harm’s way. You can’t put this on me!”
    â€œThe hell I can’t. My sucker-for-love-ass little brother came out of hiding because of you .” She jabbed her finger at Gucci’s chest. “He went at Shai Clark because of what happened to you .”She jabbed her again. “And he’s likely going to die because he loves you .” Her voice was heavy with emotion. Although they had only met twice, she had been watching Animal for years and felt an attachment to him.
    â€œYou act like I asked for this to happen!” Gucci shouted. Kahllah’s words cut her because of the truth in them. “I know I’m the cause of all this, but it’s out of my hands. What am I supposed to do, Kahllah?”
    Kahllah turned the gun, butt first, and shoved it into Gucci’s chest, forcing her to take it. “When my brother’s enemies come for him, be more than just a pretty fucking face.”
    â€œWhat’s going on?” Animal’s voice startled both of the girls. Neither of them had heard him come out of the bathroom. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of black fatigue pants and construction Timberlands, which were untied. The clothes were courtesy of Priest. He didn’t know his son, but he sure knew his style. Animal’s mop of curly hair was wet and hung down around his bare shoulders in tangled strands.
    Kahllah’s eyes lingered on his chest a second longer than she intended, before answering, “Just having some girl talk.”
    â€œWith a pistol?” Animal asked, looking back and forth between them suspiciously.
    â€œDon’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt your little girlfriend, unless her hand calls for it,” Kahllah told Animal.
    â€œShe’s a bit more than a girlfriend, and you’d do well to keep that in mind.” Animal turned his attention to Gucci. “You good, ma?”
    â€œYeah, I’m fine, baby. Kahllah was just schooling me about firearms in case I ever needed to pop off,” Gucci said, holding the gun up like she was posing for an album cover.
    Animal took the gun from her hand. “Guns are dangerous, and you don’t need to be fucking with them. Leave the artillery to me.” Animal gave the gun back to Kahllah. “She ain’t ’bout this life, and I’m not gonna force her into it.”
    Kahllah spun the gun on her finger, before returning it to the holster expertly. “Wrong. You brought her into this life as soon as you started whacking people in her name, so don’t cry foul now, lover boy.”
    â€œI ain’t crying