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Moments later, Buzzy made the formal introductions using street names; never government.
    “Hey, you two, this is my around-the-way homegirl, J-Rite. I’m thinking about putting her on our team. Letting her get a little bit of the black American Dream we trying to live.”
    One of the women strong stared Jessica up and down from the top of her head full of weave to the bottom sole of her sneakers. Having no problem whatsoever voicing her opinion, she spoke out. “Well, damn, Buzzy, I ain’t trying to be funny or second-guess you, but it don’t look like she ready for anything but the stage.”
    “Yeah, man, it’s almost four in the morning, and she got on a damn full face of makeup! Where in the entire hell do they do that at?” The other one laughed, giving her partner in crime some dap.
    “I’m with her; this chick ain’t ready for shit but to catch a couple of flying dollar tips. I mean, she is fine as a motherfucker, but on our team? Naw, Buzzy.”
    Up until now, J-Rite had been as quiet as a mouse. Fighting the urge to put both women in their place, she casually looked around the foreign domain in hopes of possibly finding a makeshift weapon to use, if need be. As each handed Buzzy rubber banded rolls of money for him to count, they kept ridiculing Jessica’s gangster, failing to see what their boy saw in her they were missing.
    I swear on everything I love these big-footed hoes is pushing they luck with me. Fuck, I wish Wild Child or Raven was here. We’d manhandle both these bury bears like it ain’t jack shit, just like we do at the club. That’s what be wrong with these Detroit females with no home training; they think they untouchable. But all it takes is one ruthless and rotten bitch like me to show them life ain’t all sweet! I swear, Buzzy got me fucked up over here on this bullshit. Change my life, my pretty ass! He crazy! Seeing how she was at a total disadvantage far on the other side of town, in some random-ass house, getting the once-over by two dykelike bitches waiting for a reason to pounce, Jessica decided it was best to keep her mouth shut and let that disrespectful scene play itself out.
    “I see y’all had a great couple of days around here. Shit’s really picking up. We should be where we need to be by week’s end,” Buzzy bragged with his chest stuck out, having ignored all the unwarranted insults and daggers they were throwing at J-Rite.
    The female that opened the front door arrogantly smirked, showing the brown-stained bucked tooth that was gapped in her dental. “Yeah, we doing this thing ourself. We don’t need no wannabe dressed-up-in-the-face Barbie doll to get on the team. We got this. So you can just take her prissy ass back to that pole she was probably swinging from.”
    After enduring more than twenty minutes of being spoken about like she was not present, Jessica could no longer hold her well-known fiery tongue. Not caring about being outnumbered by the less-than-feminine goons, she was done. Her gutsy disposition was bursting to get out, and it did. “You know what? A bitch like me is straight tired of you two nothing-ass rats trying to talk down on my ass. Yeah, I know I’m damn near perfect in all y’all’s eyes. Hell, yeah, I’m a pretty motherfucker, but so damn what? That don’t mean I can’t split both of y’all shit clean down to the white meat!” Jessica had once again transformed into J-Rite and was in full effect. “Since I came through the damn door, y’all acting like I asked to come over to this raggedy-ass piece of shit house! Buzzy brought me over here,” she shot him the serious side eye while still staying focused on the two bitter haters.
    “Now, I don’t know what in the hell y’all got going on over in this place besides the obvious; y’all slanging, but here’s a newsflash for all three of y’all. J-Rite don’t give a fuck! Matter of fact, Buzzy, can you just take me to the crib or do I need to call my girl to come get me? I