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That shit would just lead them to our front door. Ain’t nobody got time for that shit. This is a personal matter and it’s going to stay that way.
    Trigger and the girls remain hugged up in a corner. The second I make it over to their small huddle, the bitches break off their convo in midsentence.
    â€œOh. It’s like that now?” I grind my back teeth together.
    Instead of answering, their gazes dart among themselves.
    These punk bitches here. “Fine. If you guys think that you’re better off tryna fight Lucifer on your own, have at it.” I toss two deuces and give these hos my back.
    â€œWait,” Brika barks before I storm off.
    Lynch looks up from his huddle of soldiers. He gives me a look, asking whether everything is cool with us.
    Nodding, I let him know that I got this shit under control.
    The girls surround me.
    â€œLook, Shariffa,” Jaqorya starts. “We don’t mean no disrespect. We’re a little freaked out. You understand that shit, right?”
    I refuse to answer her ass.
    They sneak looks at each other before Trigger gets to the point. “Look. You got a fuckin’ plan or what? If not, then I say we bounce our asses south of the border for a little while. We wait for this shit to blow over.”
    â€œBlow over? What? You think that bitch is going to forget that we killed her brother? Does your dumb ass also believe in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, too?”
    Trigger glares like she wants to smack the shit out of me.
    â€œThen what’s the plan?” Brika asks. “I’m down for whatever as long as we get the shit poppin’ soon. I ain’t that bitch that likes sittin’ around and waitin’. I say if that bitch wants to go at it then we bring the heat straight to her. I ain’t scared of no bitch that pisses sittin’ down, you feel me?”
    â€œI agree,” I say. “We get to the bitch before she comes at us.”
    â€œAnd how in the fuck are we going to do that?” Trigger asks.
    I have no fuckin’ idea. “Leave that shit to me,” I say.
    The girls’ gazes shift around.
    â€œWhat say you, Shacardi?” Trigger nudges her.
    All eyes shift to her and her honey-blond pixie haircut. Most niggas sleep on her because she’s petite and looks like she wouldn’t harm a fly. It’s how she beat a murder charge a few years back.
    â€œWe don’t have a choice,” she says. “It’s her or us, right?”
    We nod.
    â€œThen it’s settled,” Jaqorya says.
    Lynch joins our circle. “Y’all working or what?”
    We peel apart to start scrubbing the place down. Lynch grabs my wrists. “I told you this shit was going to happen,” he hisses. “You can never leave shit alone.”
    â€œI—”
    â€œYou better call my momma and tell her not to bring the boys until late tomorrow. We’re going to be here all night.” He storms off, not waiting to hear my bullshit.
    Aw, shit. He’s going to be hot for a while. He didn’t want the set to get on the Vice Lords’ radar—and now I’ve dragged our asses right into the center of that muthafucka.
    I pat my pockets and then remember I left my phone out in the car. Bolting to the door, I unlock it and rush outside. I don’t realize how bad the stench was inside the tattoo shop until I suck in the night’s air. After I scramble to get my cell phone out of our Range Rover, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
    Somebody is watching me.
    I pop back out of vehicle and scan the area. I don’t see shit, but I feel someone’s eyes.
    It’s Lucifer. It’s her. I know it. My gaze keeps darting around—until it lands on a black Escalade quite a distance down the road. I have to squint to make it out, but it’s her. I know it.
    â€œShariffa!” Lynch snaps.
    I jump.
    â€œWhat’s taking you so long?”
    â€œI’m comin’,