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surprised, too. Her
evil ass never misses a chance to try to catch Ty out of
pocket.”
    “Did you call him?”
    “I tried. His phone is off.”
    “Cut off, or turned off.”
    “Turned off.”
    “Doe he ever do that?”
    Misty suddenly remembered he only did when he
was on a job. She didn’t tell Wendy this. Though they were best
friends, she and Tywan had vowed to each other they would never put
anyone else above one another. They both took their vows very
seriously.
    She looked at the tattoo between her thumb
and index finger of the letters UL inside a heart; it was a further
reminder of their vows.
    “You know what? I just remembered that he’s
working overtime tonight.”
    Wendy laughed. “You’re going to drive
yourself crazy over that boy. Anyway, let me tell you about this
new guy I met. I think he’s married. Well, he is; sort of.”
    “Here we go again.”
    “No, girl. It’s different this time, his wife
is in a coma.”
    “A coma!”
    “Yeah, girl. She has been in it for almost a
year.”
    “Here that lady is fighting for her life, and
you’re creeping around with her husband. You should be ashamed of
yourself.”
    “You know me, I’m just borrowing him until I
get tired of him. I didn’t make the rules; I only play the
game.”
    “Tell me about your new fling.”
    “Girl! Now I know you felt when Ty beat it
up. This nigga was an animal in bed. He had all that anger and
pressure built up inside of him that he bruised my throat when he
skeeted in my mouth!”
    “You nasty!”
    “I told that nigga, ‘Don’t ever let that
build up for a year.’” They laughed.
    Wendy went on about her lover until Misty
heard someone enter the house. “Wendy. I’mma let you go. Ty just
came in.”
    “Okay. Call me tomorrow.”
    “Alright, bye.”
    She ended the call and stared at the doorway.
When no one appeared, she went in the living room and found Tywan
sitting in front of the coffee table. On it were large stacks of
cash and several pieces of jewelry.
    “I was worried about you.”
    He looked up from his taking. “Oh, hey baby.
You say something?”
    “I said, I was worried about you. You had
your phone off.”
    “I’m sorry,” he said, getting up and hugging
her. “I thought about calling, but I knew you would only worry more
when I told you what I was up to.”
    “Nothing worse than not knowing. You missed
your curfew, so I didn’t know what to think.”
    He kissed her on the forehead. “Listen, baby.
My love is so strong for you that a head shot couldn’t separate me
from you.”
    “Don’t talk like that, Ty.”
    He grabbed her hand and their matching UL
tattoos were inches from each others. “All I’m saying is, nothing’s
going to happen to me.”
    “You promise.”
    “I promise.”
    The sound of gunfire made him look towards
the window. “And by the way, we’re going house hunting
tomorrow.”

Chapter 7
     
    The ’57 Bel Air was Rich’s favorite
car. In his opinion, a man’s car should represent the type of
person he was. And Rich knew that his Bel Air was classy, original,
and rare. All of these traits were how he described himself.
    His way of thinking was what separated him
from the rest of the hustlers in Atlanta. Sure, he knew a lot of
them had money, but he felt that he was elite in comparison.
    His rise to an ATL kingpin had been swiftly
and meticulously executed. Nobody saw it coming, especially his
former boss, Carlos.
    It had all started when Agent Kardash popped
up over his house and showed him pictures of him and Carlos
together. The agent had promised within weeks, they both would be
arrested on a string of charges that would land them in prison for
decades. And the only way he could escape it was if he turned on
Carlos.
    Once the threat of going to prison, and the
thought of snitching, actually dawned on Rich, he felt sick to the
stomach. It wasn’t that he was scared of prison or was dedicated to
Carlos; it was the fact of a lengthy sentence and the