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scream out in sheer horror. Panic erupted everywhere, as the crowd around started to scamper on hearing the gunshots.
    Two-Face wasn’t finished with his victim yet. He stood over the body and fired three more rounds into his head. After the shooting, he casually walked away and got into the backseat of an idling truck, which sped away, leaving the carnage behind for the cops to pick up and the locals to talk about another deadly shooting at the club.
    “Damn! I fuckin’ love what I do!” Two-Face exclaimed.

CHAPTER 3
    C ross sat in the Yonkers strip club looking detached from the activities going on around him. He was nursing a beer and looked spaced out. The thunderous sound of a Plies’ track blared throughout the underground club, as swarms of naked and scantily clad strippers moved throughout the place, grinding, giving out lap dances, and even a little something extra if the price was right. The dim, erotic atmosphere with the curves, tits and ass exposed was a haven for the male customers, but Cross sat there, his mind elsewhere. He caught a few of the ladies’ attention with his mysterious demeanor and handsome look, but he didn’t even give them a second thought.
    “What’s on ya mind, playa?” Edge asked, taking a seat next to his long-time friend at the table. “You got all this ass around you and you actin’ like you in an empty room right now.”
    “I just got a lot on my mind, that’s all,” Cross replied.
    “You thinkin’ about Kola?”
    “Thinkin’ about everything, my nigga—her, this gun charge, Cynthia. What the fuck is goin’ on? This bitch ain’t even tryin’ to accept my apology. Sent her a fortune in flowers the other day, and she had the nerve to toss them to the curb. You fuckin’ believe that shit?”
    “I’ll tell you what’s goin’ on. You lettin’ these bitches and all this dumb shit get in your head. You slippin’, nigga. That’s what’s the fuck up! You need to wake the fuck up, Cross, and see what the fuck is really goin’ on.”
    “What the fuck you talkin’ about, Edge?”
    “I’m talkin’ about, Kola. You givin’ her too much slack. I know she ya shorty and all, but get ya head out ya ass and really see what the fuck is goin’ on.”
    Cross was listening intently. He wanted to know where Edge was going with the conversation. But Edge looked a little hesitant in continuing with the conversation about Kola. He saw in Cross’ eyes that he was uneasy.
    “Nigga, stop fuckin’ double-talking, and just fuckin’ come out with what you gotta say to me.”
    Edge moved in closer to Cross. “Yo, she tryin’ to take over and move us the fuck out.”
    “What the fuck you talkin’ about, Edge?”
    “What I’m sayin’ to you is, I don’t trust her! No disrespect to you, my nigga, but look at the way she fuckin’ moves, and how she’s suddenly treating you. You don’t see it, nigga? She already got ya connect, and you the nigga under her wing, running her fuckin’ errands. It’s like she’s the boss and you’re now her second in command. The streets aren’t calling out your name, man. All I fuckin’ hear is Cocà Kola . When did you suddenly become her bitch?”
    “I ain’t anybody’s bitch,” Cross retorted.
    “Yeah. Where you stayin’ at now? With me. Who ya sudden supplier been for the past few months? Kola. Look how fast and dramatic shit done changed with us since that bitch came in the picture. She is playin’ you, my nigga. And Eduardo, funny how all of a sudden he wants you out of the picture and her in. He so easily don’t want nothin’ to do wit’ you, after you been doin’ business with him for how long now?”
    Cross was forced to think about how things had changed rapidly between him and Kola. After the incident with Cynthia—Kola finding out about his son—she kicked him out and he’d been staying at Edge’s crib ever since. Although he tried to give her space to get over his cheating, he felt she was taking too long to