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up—and by the way, you’re welcome for me saving your life. If I hadn’t blasted a hole in that nigga’s dome, he would’ve pumped you full of lead.”
    Trigger laughs. “Yeah. Thanks. Now all I have to do is sit back and wait for his murdering ass sister to come play chop-a-bitch with me.” Her green gaze rakes me with disgust before she marches off.
    Bitch.
    I glare at her back even though I know she’s right. Lucifer is the last bitch that anyone wants to fuck with—no matter what colors you’re flagging. Her name puts fear in the heart of many niggas everywhere and her wet work is legendary. Given the number of body parts lying around this shop, Crunk learned that shit the hard way.
    Turning, I work my way back to the front door. Brika, Shacardi, Jaqorya, and Trigger are huddled together, whispering and casting angry glares my way. I swear, I can’t stand gossiping bitches.
    I wasn’t always a Crippette. Years ago I was the head bitch in charge of the Queen Gs. Python’s old lady—before I got my panties twisted fucking around with a Crip thug by the name of King Loc. The shit seemed fair since Python was always too busy spreading his seed with every bitch that could stand still. But all these trifling niggas out here got double standards. Bitches aren’t allowed to creep. For a long time, I kept my shit on the down low, but then I got too cocky and too slick and Python busted my ass. He rolled up on King Loc and unloaded a shitload of bullets. After that, he torched the car. The muthafucka made me watch and then turned his wrath on me.
    I blacked out on the first punch. When I woke, I was laid up in the hospital and sucking on a tube, wishing that he’d killed me. I’d been stripped of my power and of the only family that I’d ever known.
    The biggest insult was seeing Python waste no time replacing my ass with LeShelle. A bitch he pulled off the pole from his club, the Pink Monkey. A fucking bitch he married, if the rumors in the streets are true.
    Despite it being five years and him nearly killing my ass, him marrying that bitch is fucking with me. I held that muthafucka down for years . I put up with all his baby-momma bullshit and the nigga never once said shit about marriage.
    That’s because he always had his nose shoved up Melanie Johnson’s ass—that is, until he killed her .
    Regardless, Python’s wife has quite a rep. She’s a mean, nasty bitch who don’t take any shit from anybody. Hell, she even had her own sister raped and put in the crazy house for disrespecting the color lines. After watching her make moves, a lot of bitches have turned up on their game. Now Queen Gs, Flowers, and Crippettes put in more work than the average foot soldier.
    For me, starting over in a new set wasn’t easy—far from it. I was a castoff. Nobody trusted my ass. I suffered through a lot of fucked-up shit but still climbed my ass up the ranks. I did what I had to do to survive. My big break came when I got in on a bank robbery and deflated a security guard’s gut when he tested my ass. It was a quick score and it changed my life.
    Lynch, the chief enforcer, peeped me out and loved that I kept my shit tight with my fitness. He caught my eye, too. His gangsta was undeniable and his ass was fine as fuck: six feet, Hershey’s-bar brown and built like a quarterback. One look and I was determined to make his ass mine.
    Two years later, I birthed his twin boys and took his last name. My transformation was complete. I was back on top, this time as the head bitch of the Grape Street Crips—but am I ready to go up against Lucifer?
    â€œLock it down,” Lynch shouts. “Clean this shit up and make sure that you don’t leave a fuckin’ toenail behind.”
    Niggas pull down shades and lock the doors. The cops won’t be investigating this homicide—not with our names painted in blood on the walls.