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you come into the city, and pick me up at my mama’s house? That way we can go out to eat dinner at my favorite spot.  Then after dinner, we can head back to your house. And then I can give you some dessert.”                                                               
                 “And what’s for dessert?” asked Twan.                                                                    
                  “Your favorite,” replied Meka.  “Me… with some whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and a cherry to top it all off. You think you can handle all that, daddy?” she teased.                                                                                                                                  
                 “Ain’t nuttin’ but one way to find out. I’ll be there to get you in ‘bout an hour, alright?”                                                                                                             
                 “Okay, daddy.” Meka pushed the end button on her cell phone. 
                 “What’s the word, Meka?” asked Ant D, who was standing beside her the whole time she was on the phone.                                                                                 
                 “Nigga, as close as yo’ ass was, all up on me, I know damn well you ain’t miss a word that nigga said,” stated Meka sarcastically. “Anyway,” she said, rolling her eyes.  “He’ll be here in about an hour to pick me up, so y’all niggas need to go ‘head and get right. I’ll keep him at the restaurant for a lil’ minute, then take him back to his house, and do what I do.”                                                                         
                 “That’s what’s happenin’,” said Mike. “Just make sure that nigga is exhausted by the time we get there.”                                                                                   
                 “Believe me, Mike, that won’t be a problem. I’ma fuck that nigga ‘til he in a coma!”                                                                                       
                 “Naw, naw, we don’t need him in no coma, Meka,” Ant D said, grinning. “If he can’t talk, then how the fuck we gon’ get the safe combination outta his ass?” All three of them burst out laughing.
     
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         Fresh out of the shower, Twan started getting dressed.  His mind was occupied with thoughts of Meka.  That was his baby.  She meant a lot to him. He had yet to meet a girl that could hold his attention and keep him captivated the way she did. With the type of money he was making, he had the baddest women the south had to offer at his fingertips. But none of them understood him like Meka did.
    Thoughts of marriage crept through his head while he got fresh, throwing on a cream linen suit, and some brown leather Gucci hard bottoms.  
                  Though Twan wasn’t sitting on kingpin status just yet, he was definitely a major figure.  He was part of one of The Upstate’s biggest drug organizations, and was moving about ten keys a week.  His uncle ran the organization, and it was he who had