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a flunky who works for my daddy. Word on the street, though, is that you’re the one who let them cats from Staten Island in at Club Low when they started shooting.”
    Tony’s jaw clenched and he didn’t say anything. That let Day know that she was correct. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. That night cost them a lot of lives, and a couple of feds were on their necks. King David couldn’t move the way that he wanted to because too many eyes were on him and it was all Tony’s fault. Not only had he set that up, word on the streets was that he was working with the feds to get enough information about the illegal portion of King David’s business, and that couldn’t happen. They would all go to prison for life, so Day made it her personal job to fix the problem.
    “You fucking bitch,” Tony spat as it dawned on him what was happening. “You set me up.”
    “And got some dick while doing so.” Day smirked.
    “You can’t kill me,” Tony boomed boldly and actually stood up. “As soon as you pull that trigger your crib will be swarming with feds.”
    “Awww,” Day crooned, stepping to the side, not wanting him to get close to her. “That’s cute, you think you have leverage. But let me tell you something, baby boy: you remember when we were at the restaurant? And you set the jacket to your suit behind your chair? Our waitress was a hired hand. She removed that little tracker you were wearing when she served our food. Feds-ass nigga.”
    Day couldn’t help herself. She fired her weapon and caught him in the shoulder. Tony yelled out in pain but Day wasn’t done. She ran up on him and hit him in the face with her left fist. When he stumbled she pulled the trigger again, this time catching him the gut.
    “My father worked too fucking hard to get us to where we are at for a pussy-ass nigga like you to stop us!”
    He fell on the ground holding tightly on to his wounds, gasping for air; but Day didn’t care if none found its way to his lungs. She stomped his face with her bare foot and spat down at him.
    “Die,” she said coldly and emptied the clip in his face.
    When she was done with him he was not recognizable. She calmly set the gun down on her vanity and made a phone call on her TracFone.
    “Hey, Marlin,” she said sweetly when her father’s old friend answered. “Yeah, Daddy’s been real good. David Jr. and I have been too. Listen, I have a little situation at my house. I need a cleaner team as soon as possible. And can you please make sure they have the color carpet I like this time? Thanks!”
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    “I told you all the bitches were gon’ be here!”
    Roland and David Jr. stood in the midst of what looked to be a wild college party going on before them. The atmosphere was exactly what David Jr. needed to take his mind off of his seemingly difficult life. As soon as he had stepped into the building he noticed that many of the “bitches,” as Roland had referred to them, had eyes trained on the two of them instantly. It wasn’t an uncommon thing; the two handsome young men were what most women called “pretty boys.” It never failed; most of their outings together ended with at least one of them getting some play.
    “Hi, David,” a pretty redhead cooed, stopping in front of him.
    David Jr. recognized her face as one that was in a college class of his. He couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, but David Jr. was one who wasn’t really down with the swirl. He loved his black sisters too much to ever even think about crossing that line. Even if it was just sex, he felt as if he was betraying the woman who birthed him. He also felt that if things ever went too far a white woman would never fully be able to understand him. Instead of indulging too much in the girl’s conversation, David Jr. gave her a small smile and head nod before walking away. He felt slightly bad for embarrassing her in front of her friends but that was better than leading her on.
    He and Roland made their way to the