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just laid out for her.
    Taking notice of the janky pistol they kept in the house resting on the coffee table, Jessica eased over, snatching it up. It was best for it to be in her possession, just in case Mike Mike was still in his feelings and wanted to act a fool. As she put it in her purse, Mike Mike started to stir. Within a matter of moments, he was awake and sitting up. Watching him raise his hand up to shield small rays of the sun fighting to get through the closed blind, she got ready to hear his mouth. He always liked to call himself going ham on her when she came home at this time, but so what was her general attitude. Jessica didn’t much care what Mike Mike said or thought one way or the other. In her book, the person who made the money made the rules.
    “Hey, you up. Where is Derek at? I see his car out there. I know that fool ain’t in our bedroom!”
    “Fuck Derek! Fuck him and his damn brother,” he blurted out as he stretched his arms upward.
    “So where is he and why—”
    “Look, don’t ask me nothing about that backstabbing idiot. Just know it’s fuck him; bottom line!”
    Jessica was confused as to why a person’s vehicle would be parked in her driveway when there was apparently nothing but fever coming from Mike Mike for the owner, but whatever. “Look, we can deal with all that fuck your best friend and Buzzy shit later. I’m on something else now. And, yo, I see you done cleaned up that mess you made last night, and that’s good. But we need to kick it because I got an opportunity on the floor, and I’m seriously thinking about it.”
    “An opportunity?” he quizzed wanting to check her about what time she’d just come home, but opted not to. I know with her it’s gonna be some shit a nigga don’t wanna deal with. She keeps my damn head pounding!
    Jessica reached in her back pocket giving Mike Mike one of the hundred-dollar bills Buzzy had blessed her with. Tossing him the car keys, she had him go get them some breakfast. Jessica wanted her man to have a full stomach when she broke the news of what she ultimately had in store.

CHAPTER FIVE
    “Fuck that, I don’t do that credit shit. Beside, I see your ass on the block all the time spending them nickels and dimes with my competition. Now you wanna come over here on that broke tip? Hell, naw, I ain’t with that shit,” J-Rite angrily barked at the female begging her for free dope. Fiends always want something for nothing, she thought, walking over to her home away from home and sat down on the steps. The building was an old mansion that the new landlords turned into efficiency apartments. Thanks to Buzzy and his plans to change her life forever, she’d given up the pole and relocated. Mike Mike wasn’t at all keen on what she was doing, not to mention the driving force behind it, but he had no choice. He knew since they were younger Jessica had told him he had to lead, follow, or get the fuck out of the way. Opting for the easiest of the three, he helped his childhood sweetheart pack her bags, even dropping her off in Grand Rapids himself at the address Buzzy had provided. Now it was six weeks later, and she was making her mark getting money in the infamous city located two hours away from Detroit.
    J-Rite pulled a White Owl out of her pocket and started rolling her last bag of weed. Damn, I left my lighter in the house. Just then, an older addict slow strolled out of the front door of the building. With a pep in his step and a wanna-get-lifted gleam in his eyes, he had broken the number one rule of the game a few years back: don’t get high on your own supply. He was an ex-drug-dealer-tragically-turned-junkie. Sean stood six feet tall, with a wiry build and a caramel-brown complexion. He had a shaved face and wore his head bald. With seasoned wrinkles in his face that read the streets got the best of me, you could still easily tell he used to have the hoes going crazy in his heyday. He was one of the few customers that Jessica