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can wait somewhere up on the corner! It ain’t no thang to me one way or another. I ain’t got time for none of this petty circus y’all got stirring!”
    Buzzy stuck his arm out to stop his two pit bull workers in Nike tracksuits from attempting to physically attack his guest. “Whoa, whoa, y’all, slow down. This is who I wanted y’all to meet; J-motherfucking-Rite in full live color. Not the quiet, laid-back chick Jessica that walked through the door with me, but her . This is her true self. I’m telling y’all that she is a good fit for the team. Matter of fact, I got something special in store for her that is gonna change the face of our game in the next few weeks to come. Remember, teamwork makes the dream work!”
    The two feisty, big-boned women did as demanded, simmering down, as Buzzy stepped up taking control of the increasingly volatile situation he’d seemingly orchestrated. That was the easy part. However, J-Rite was a horse of a different color. The females had pushed her buttons to get a reaction; so now she was posted up to give them one. Fuck Buzzy all of a sudden wanting to intervene. She was hyped up by that time and was not as willing to just let their verbal tirade go unanswered and make shit all good, because it wasn’t. Not in J-Rite’s book anyhow. For some strange reason, Buzzy wanted to see the true beast in her emerge; well, so be it. There was no putting the genie back in the bottle. Not this time; not this late night, early morning. Do-or-die J-Rite didn’t care if she got the brakes beat off her or took one or two or even three of the slugs fired off from the pistols that were now lying on the dining-room table. Foster home raised, strip club bred, and mad at the world for her only bloodline family Hutch having been murdered by the cops, J-Rite was not the pushover they apparently believed her to be. She’d stood silent because she wanted to, not because she had to.
    “Look, Buzzy, I don’t know what you was trying to do or prove, but I thought me and you was on some other type of shit tonight. This here is messed up all the way the fuck around!”
    Wanting to make things right, he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out some of the money the mouthy women had just given him. Peeling off a couple of hundred dollars, he asked J-Rite to calm down and just hear him out. Like most females, money talks and bullshit walks. Stuffing the cash in her back pocket, she folded her arms waiting to see what his explanation was going to be. Sending the female who initially opened the door out to his truck, she returned with a bottle of Hennessy so they could all have a drink and get down to business. The floor was his. Buzzy claimed he could, would, and was about to change J-Rite’s life—so now he had to show and prove.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Having had Buzzy take her to get her car from Wild Child, Jessica was caught in the early-morning musical mix blasting on the radio. The sun was up when she pulled up behind Derek’s car parked in her driveway. After what she told her man the night before about she and Buzzy banging, the out-for-self diva was surprised Mike Mike would allow his little brother Derek inside the house, let alone spend the night. She assumed their days of playing video games all night and getting high were over. Yet, here the car was, like it was from time to time . . . up in her driveway. Dang, my dude soft as hell. It damn showl couldn’t be me!
    Shaking her head in disbelief, she stuck her key into the deadbolt lock. Not caring one bit if Mike Mike was still caught in his emotions, she strolled through the front door. Finding him knocked out, stretched across the couch, she could only shrug her shoulders. I got love for this nigga because he used to have my back when I really needed him to. Now, he just who he is; a true lazy lame waiting for me to get out in the streets and make money. Well, now, he really gonna get his wish. Her mind replayed Buzzy’s life-changing game plan