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had spent a lot of money over the past year and I
didn't even have one mixtape of my own to show for it. Just
singles, and features on Coras's mixtapes. Maybe
I  was  getting played. Maybe Coras was using my
voice for his hooks to get noticed faster. That would explain why
he kept Ashleigh around. She was his scapegoat.
    "I'll show you how much I love you," Archie
said. His eyes were starting to fill with tears too. "Can I reach
in my back pocket?"
    I didn't answer him, but kept the gun on him
as I tried to wipe away my own tears. He carefully reached in his
back pocket and pulled out a small black box.
    "This is why I wanted you and your father
here together. I wanted to ask his permission to marry you. But I
know that's not gonna happen now. And I don't think I even need it.
He was never a father to you."
    As Archie slowly got down on one knee, his
tears began to trickle down his cheeks. My gun was pointed at his
head now by default. He held the box up and gently flicked the top
back. I cried harder, as I stared at the most beautiful diamond
ring I had ever seen in my life.
    "I put a down payment on this ring and was
gonna sell the pills you thought were stolen to pay off the rest of
it. This is a fifty thousand dollar certified diamond." He cleared
his throat. "Kirbie Amor Capelton, you have two choices: you either
kill me dead right now, or accept this ring and be my wife for
eternity. There is no other option."

Chapter 6
    Monifa Chavis
     
     
    "Where's Milo?!" I shouted.
    The doorman, a big ol overfed boy in a black
tanktop and covered in tattoos, stared at me like I was fresh meat.
Then he actually leaned against the door like it was a high school
locker and he was about to spit a line at me. He smiled a set of
straight teeth, then looked right down my low-cut shirt. This was
why I hated coming to my brother's dope house. All of his workers
were thirsty.
    I flung my hair over my shoulder with my
hand. "Take a picture; it lasts longer."
    "What do you need Milo for?" he asked. "I can
take care of you."
    I had to admit—his voice was deep and sexy.
But that didn’t matter.
    "Is Milo here or not?" I asked.
    "I'm not sure. That depends on who you
are."
    "I'm his sister, Monifa Chavis," I
stated.
    He immediately straightened up. He knew he
fucked up by trying to talk to his boss's little sister. But since
he was halfway cute, I wouldn't tell on him. Milo had been
overprotective of me since I was born. When I started dating he'd
beat my boyfriends up for no reason at all other than to send a
message. It was irritating at first but as I got older I learned
how to use it to my advantage. I could keep my boyfriends in check.
Once, when Johnathon Williams, a grade above me at the time (and a
white boy), chose to dump me right before prom and take another
black girl in my place, I lied and told Milo that Johnathon called
me the N-word and spat in my face. I expected Milo to hurt him bad,
enough for Johnathon to not want to show his beaten face at prom.
But what happened was far worse than I imagined. Johnathon didn't
show up for prom all right—because he'd been shot to death in his
parents' house during a "random" home invasion the night
before.
    That day, I learned firsthand that my brother
didn't play about me.
    And Coras knew this. So why did he cheat on
me with Kirbie? He must have stopped valuing his health. Even
though Coras apologized and tried to deny what I had seen with my
own two eyes, he still needed to be punished. There had to be
consequences when you broke the rules in a relationship with me.
Maybe next time he'd think twice before letting another bitch like
Kirbie sit in his lap. 
    The big doorman let me inside the apartment,
where there were more thuggish negroes. A heavy stench of marijuana
smoke invaded my nostrils before I even took three steps in. I
started fanning the air in front of me, coughing lightly at first
then it got worse. The guys in the living room started
laughing.
    "Too loud for you?" one