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clothes up, threw them on the passenger’s side of the Escalade, and drove out of there with vengeance on my mind and murder in my heart.
     
    I didn’t know how long it would be before somebody found Hector’s naked ass in that motel room. So I pulled into a Jack in the Box fast food restaurant by the Greyhound bus station. I had every intention of ditching the Escalade before I bought a bus ticket. It was only a matter of time before the truck got hot. After getting treated like a sucker, Hector probably couldn’t wait to snitch on me.
    I thought about trying to catch Ivan and Kim K.’s punk asses at the airport before their flight took off. But I had to control my urge to put a hole in their muthafuckin heads. Ivan wasn’t a dumb nigga. There was no way he was getting on a plane until he got medical attention for the shoulder I popped his ass in. He couldn’t go to a hospital either because the po-pos might get called in to investigate.
    Ivan’s triflin ass knew the drill. I was willing to bet they were searching for a shady ass back door doctor. The nigga didn’t have any connections in Clark County as far as I knew. But money talks and a million dollars speaks for itself.
    I didn’t know where they were. But I knew they were headed back to the Mil like I was. I planned to cop a bus ticket and take the scenic route. A lot less could go wrong that way and I would have plenty of time to plot how I was going to bring the pain to those two backstabbing muthafuckas.
    After parking the Escalade, something told me to search it for any cash or anything else I could use before I walked over to the bus station. Ivan’s punk ass taught me a while back to always stay hungry when we were on a lick. He used to say that there is usually more to find if you just look. And as much as I hated that nigga at that moment, I ended up being glad I followed his advice.
    There were two black book bags full of cocaine in the very back of the Escalade. The snow white powder was neatly packaged into plastic squares with the letters LMF stamped in red on each one. LMF? I dug into my pocket and pulled out the yellow gold ring I’d taken off Hector’s finger. And it was just as I thought: the letters LMF were engraved in fancy lettering and surrounded by diamonds.
    I zipped up both bags before climbing back to the front seat. I set the navigation system for Milwaukee, Wisconsin before I drove out of the parking lot. Hector wasn’t going to snitch on me with all of that dope in his truck. Obviously he belonged to some type of Mexican cartel. And they were going to be a lot more interested in throwing my ass in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean than a jail cell.
    A normal muthafucka would’ve left the truck and the dope in the parking lot and hopped on the next bus leaving the station. The difference between me and them was that I was a street bitch with a passion for fashion and flashing. That took a lot of money and the ten thousand dollars I lifted off Hector would only go so far.
    Long story short: there was no way I was giving up all of that dope, I was on my own now. After I kill Ivan and Kim K., a bitch would need a way to live comfortably. If I could survive long enough, those two book bags full of dope were going to help my cause. I began the long drive back to the Mil a little scared, knowing whoever Hector was affiliated with would probably come at my head. But I wasn’t no dumb bitch. There was no way I was letting this opportunity pass me up. Especially after Ivan and that white bitch Kim K. robbed me of the last one.

Chapter 5     
     
    About time I made it to Denver I was tired of driving. I needed to blaze up, chill, think and sleep. Getting high was legal in Colorado, so it wasn’t hard for me to find a place to cop a pipe to smoke the dro I’d stole from Hector. The store reminded me of one of those old school candy shops. It was decorated in nothing but cherry mahogany. The square glass display cases full of exotic