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    Quick was about to finish complaining, when Lucky and him saw a black Escalade pull up. Whoever was in the tinted vehicle didn’t bother to get out. Instead, they just beeped the horn, signaling for Quick and Lucky to make their way over to the vehicle. Quick and Lucky made their way over to the truck. Before they even reached the truck, the sounds of Young Jeezy could be heard blasting from the Escalade. The driver’s window slid down, and Quick saw Wolf sitting behind the wheel, and Major Pain sitting over in the passenger seat, bobbing his head to the beat.
    â€œGet in,” Wolf said as the tinted window rolled back up.
    Quick and Lucky hopped in the backseat, happy to finally be out of the brutal cold weather.
    â€œDamn! Y’all niggas been out there all day?” Major Pain asked with an I-don’t-know-how-y’all-do-it look on his face.
    â€œTrap or die,” Quick replied, rubbing his hands together. He was excited to finally be about to meet Turf. He had heard plenty of stories about the man, but now he was about to see if he was what everybody said he was.
    â€œWell, today is y’all lucky day,” Major Pain told them. He lit up a blunt. “Welcome to the family.”

“Welcome to the Family”
    Wolf parked the Escalade in front of a church and let the engine die. Quick and Lucky both looked at one another, but neither man said a word. They followed Wolf and Major Pain inside the church and upstairs to the last door on the right.
    Wolf knocked on the door, and seconds later a big seven-foot, 300-pound, all-muscle monster answered the door.
    â€œDamn, nigga!” Wolf huffed. “Get ya big ugly ass out the doorway,” he joked as the foursome entered the nice-sized office.
    â€œFuck you! You peanut-head muthafucka!” Goliath capped back.
    Quick and Lucky stepped inside the office and saw a man that favored the rapper Plies standing over in the corner on the phone. The man they called Turf wore a white long johns shirt with three chains around his neck and a Reds fitted cap on his head.
    A Spanish girl sat behind the desk. Only, she wasn’t dressed like a secretary, but more like a stripper.
    â€œYo, I’ma call you back.” Turf hung up the phone and turned his attention on Quick and Lucky. “So these the two that took care of that old head for me?” he asked, already knowing the answer to his question. He walked over and gave both Quick and Lucky dap, looking each man in the eye. “I appreciate what y’all did for me.”
    â€œIt’s nothing,” Quick replied.
    Turf smiled. “I could use a few good men on the team.” He paused to pour himself a drink. “I don’t fuck with no bitch-ass, scary niggas, so if y’all ready to get busy, then y’all in the right place.”
    â€œWe hungry,” Lucky said. “So whatever you need us to do, just let us know.”
    â€œIt’s a lot of money out here, gentlemen,” Turf said, looking at both men. “Y’all ready to get it?”
    â€œNo doubt,” Lucky replied with a smile. He knew Turf had found the right men for the job.
    Turf was about to take a sip from his glass when he looked up at a smiling Lucky. He asked, “Something funny?”
    â€œI’m just happy to be a part of the team,” Lucky explained. “That’s all.”
    â€œGood,” Turf said as he turned toward Goliath. “Pay these brothers so we can get up out of here.”
    Goliath dug down in his pocket, pulled out a ten-thousand-dollar stack, and tossed it to Quick. “Make sure y’all don’t spend that all in one spot,” he said with a smirk.
    â€œWe’ll try not to.” Quick smiled, happy to finally have a large amount of money in his possession. He quickly divided the stack of money and handed Lucky his half.
    â€œI hope you guys like to party,” Turf said.
    Once everyone was outside,