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urgency in Jude’s tone and knew he meant business. After securing her son, she retrieved the loaded 9mm from her bedroom closet’s top shelf. Cameron had gone through her fair share of turmoil, so she knew better than to underestimate anyone.
    Jude’s cousin, Aso, had raped Cameron the last time she’d done that. Cam would never make that mistake again. This was what her life had become, looking over her shoulder 24/7.
    From the massive bay window, Cameron watched as Jude approached the older Hispanic gentleman. He was both clean cut and professional in an Armani suit, salmon dress shirt, and Ferragamo loafers. The Hermes belt buckle shined proudly on his waist.
    Cameron instantly wondered what connection he had with Jude. He didn’t look like the type of cat her man would associate himself with. Besides, there were only a handful of close people who knew where they resided.
    Stuffing his hands in the back pockets of his True Religion jeans, Jude cautiously approached his former prison mate, Stone Sanchez.
    The stocky fifty-four year old was an intimidating looking man standing at six feet four inches. He was virtually tattooed on damn near every inch of his body, but the most prominent were the devil horns on his forehead. He was once a member of the infamous Mexican mafia, and still carried himself with the same pride and cockiness.
    The last time Jude saw him, he was under the assumption that Stone had life. He almost couldn’t believe he was actually staring at him in the flesh. Stone was leaned casually against the shiny, black limousine with his arms folded as if he had a personal invite.
    “What’chu doin’ here?” Jude asked. There was a humorless expression on his face as he waited on a response. He and Stone had history, but the motherfucker was still trespassing. Jude really didn’t appreciate that shit.
    Stone smiled and ran a hand over his salt and pepper goatee. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?”
    If the circumstances were different, perhaps Jude’s greeting would’ve been too. But this wasn’t prison. It was the real world. And in the real world, Jude didn’t rock with Stone like that to be popping up unannounced.
    When Jude didn’t respond fast enough, Stone continued. “It’s funny how friends forget us when they don’t need any more favors.”
    Jude quickly reflected on his prison days when Stone had looked out during his time of need. When no one else was in his corner, he blessed the young and eager inmate with a position in his profitable drug business. Back then Jude was slinging behind bars just to help his girl stay on her feet. He would’ve done anything to keep Cameron content. It was crazy how times had changed. He still didn’t know where the hell they went wrong.
    “I never forget a favor,” Jude replied.
    “Is that right?” Stone asked. He then turned around to look at Jude’s luxury estate before nodding his head in approval. The young boss was definitely living lavish, a total step up from where he was two years ago in life.
    Jude wasn’t the least bit impressed by Stone’s boldness. As a matter of fact, he was rather insulted. “I’ma ask you again… what are you doin’ here?”
    Stone cackled and finally unfolded his arms. “ Qué pasa, viejo amigo? You don’t like seeing me?” he asked. “ Mierda dura. You better get used to it, my friend. You’re going to be seeing a lot more of me, considering us being business partners and all—”
    “Whoa, what the fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout?” Jude asked, clearly confused. He was flossy, but he tried his best to move under the radar. Most people didn’t know what he did for a living, other than those involved. And there, Stone was, a motherfucker from his prison days, demanding a piece of the pie. Although Jude appreciated everything Stone did for him, he wasn’t with him shooting in the gym. Jude had scraped and crawled for his position, and he owed that to no one but himself. “What’chu mean