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Chico in more ways than one. And Chico was proud that he’d tracked him down in D.C. It didn’t take long to find out that Two-Face had a cocaine connection down in Mexico. His father was big time, and twice a year, Two-Face would travel down to Mexico to visit his family, especially his elderly mother, who he loved dearly. Two-Face had eight siblings, mostly brothers, and all of them had inducted themselves into the violence and drug trade that plagued Mexico.
    Chico was barely hanging on to his corners with what the Haitians were providing him, and with Cross and Kola having that straight Colombian connect, he needed to upgrade. But what he lacked in potent product, he made up for heavily in muscle. Chico’s crew was deadly like a terrorist organization, striking fear wherever they went. And Two-Face held it down in places where some felt Chico was weak.
    Chico and Blythe walked by security without acknowledging them. Security knew his name and reputation, and allowed Chico to slide through without any searches or cover charges.
    Shannon’s was packed, and even Jim Jones and his fiancé Chrissy were in the crowd. The DJ had Dipset blaring and everyone was dressed in mostly jeans, Timberlands, sneakers, Yankees fitted caps, and tons of jewelry. It was a place and time to show off wealth and money. The ballers popped bottles in the corners and kept the young ladies entertained with their antics, and the dance floor was crammed with sweaty revelers and scantily clad hood rats.
    Chico didn’t have time to mingle with any partygoers. He was recognized by a few goons he passed, and everyone admired Blythe. But they knew she was off limits. Chico looked around for Two-Face. It was his kind of atmosphere—lions within the den. Within his short time in New York, Two-Face had already put together a crew of young, reckless shooters with the same crazy mentality as himself. Instantly, everybody in the place knew not to fuck with them by their thuggish demeanor and through word of mouth on the streets.
    Chico spotted Two-Face seated in one of the elevated VIP booths above the crowded dance floor. He was surrounded by women and young goons, and popping bottles like it was soda. Blythe followed behind Chico closely, not wanting to get lost and separated with the thick, growing crowd around them. She clinched onto his arm, and played Chico close.
    Chico walked up to the booth and looked at his young enforcer.
    “Chico!” Two-Face shouted with a twisted smile.
    Chico looked around. It was too crazy. He only focused his attention on Two-Face, wanting to discuss brief business with him.
    “Two-Face, let me holla at you for a moment,” Chico said.
    “You wanna drink, homes?”
    Chico waved him off. He knew Two-Face was tipsy. Two-Face removed himself from his crowd of friends and the ladies and walked up to Chico.
    “What’s up, homes? What we need to talk about?”
    Chico looked at Blythe and said, “Go have a drink and chill for a moment, baby. I’ll be right back.”
    Blythe didn’t look too comfortable being alone, but she knew being Chico’s woman, no one would dare disrespect her. She nodded.
    Chico and Two-Face walked away to speak in private. They entered the men’s bathroom. Chico made sure that there weren’t any listening ears inside any of the stalls. He then looked at Two-Face and asked, “You got word on your peoples about that thing across the borders?”
    Two-Face smiled. “Yeah, spoke to my old man, and he’s interested, homes. I told him good things about you.”
    Chico nodded. “Cool.”
    “We meet though—”
    “When?”
    “Next week.”
    “A’ight.”
    “Like I said, you take care of me, and I’ll take care of you, homes. ¿Comprende? ”
    “ Comprende, ” Chico replied. “But I need another thing taken care of, ASAP.”
    “What’s that?”
    Chico walked out the bathroom, and Two-Face followed. They went back into the club area. Two-Face stood next to Chico. Chico looked around and then