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arm firmly as he let me know how upset he was at me.
    â€œWhat the fuck is up with you? What type of games you playing, Gina?” I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough, so I just remained silent. BJ stepped in to rescue me.
    â€œChill out, Duke. You that damn pussy-whipped that you gotta act all crazy and shit?” She pulled his ego card and it worked.
    He let my arm go with a quickness. Niggas don’t like when women test their manhood.
    â€œYou must be sick in your head, female. I don’t get whipped. It’s just the principle. I don’t like to be disrespected.”
    BJ gave Duke that same unusual, mischievous smirk she’d given me earlier and stated, “Don’t speak too soon. You haven’t had all pussy, so you don’t know if you could be whipped or not.”
    Once again, Duke eyeballed BJ’s voluptuous body and grabbed his dick, giving it a small massage. The other day when he did that, I thought maybe I was hallucinating, but this time I was sure I was not.
    â€œWhat the fuck are you doing, Duke? Why you rubbing your dick and shit?” I called him out.
    â€œCome on, Gina, don’t trip. You know I always do that shit,” he answered without emotion.
    Just then, Ray-Ray came walking down the stairs.
    â€œWhat up, fam,” he said as he dapped Duke up.
    I was in a real fucked up predicament. Ray-Ray hugged me. “A’ight, Gina,” he said then walked over to BJ and hugged her.
    â€œA’ight, li’l cuz.”
    I was afraid to even look at Duke. I had no explanation. I didn’t answer the door when he came over, and then a nigga comes out of my room.
    â€œYou fucking that nigga, too?” he asked, laughing. “I guess word on the streets is true. You give that ass up quicker than a broke fiend trying to get a fix,” Duke stated as he headed for the door.
    I grabbed him, trying my best to explain. He wasn’t trying to hear anything I had to say, though.
    â€œIt’s all good, shortie. There’s no hard feelings. I’ll be over some other time to hit that ass.” He smacked my butt before pulling out his cell and making a call.
    â€œYo, Veronica. I’m on my way,” I could hear him saying as he walked away.

CHAPTER 6
    SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY
    CEAZIA
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    Each night when I came home there were so many things that reminded me of Vegas. I should have sold the house just like I sold his car, clothes, and jewelry after his death, but I just couldn’t give it up. I worked too hard and went through too much for that house to just let it go. I held Vegas down during his jail sentence, I did time for a crime I didn’t even commit, and was harassed by his mistress while doing it. Hell, I deserved everything I had—and Vegas, Mickie, and Sonya deserved what they got too. Anyone else in my shoes would have done the same thing.
    Imagine coming home after serving five hard months in jail for a crime you didn’t commit and finding your man, in your house, in your Jacuzzi, having a threesome with one of your best friends and her lover. That was definitely a death sentence. I had to do it. Luckily, I moved slowly and carefully, and that’s why I was on the streets now.
    Although I didn’t regret a thing I’d done, I must admit things hadn’t been the same without Vegas. But I’d learned to cope with it. Every night I was at the strip club just to hold shit down. That little bit of money wasn’t worth the aggravation. I’d done all I could to get back on top, but it just wasn’t happening. I was fucking with this nigga from up top, another from the dirty south, and even that nigga, Bear, that Vegas used to cop his raw from; and all these niggas together, combined with me stripping, still couldn’t compare to how Vegas was putting out. It seemed like I was going to have to go for what I knew, and keep it in the family. I’d checked out how that bitch,