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Turf and Goliath hopped in a Range Rover, while Wolf, Major Pain, Quick, and Lucky hopped back in the Escalade.
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    Quick sat in the backseat, a relaxed look on his face. He was just thankful that he could make money and not have to stand out on the corner anymore, especially in this type of weather. Whatever needed to be done, he was going to make sure it got done, so that paper could keep coming in. For the rest of the ride, he just stared out the window thinking about his future and how he was going to handle his money wisely.
    Lucky nudged his partner with his elbow. “You a’ight?”
    â€œYeah, I’m good,” Quick answered as the Escalade pulled up in the parking lot right across the street from the club.
    Before Wolf and Major Pain hopped out the Escalade, they made sure they were strapped. “Y’all niggas need heat?” Wolf asked over his shoulder.
    â€œNah, we got our own shit.” Quick patted his waistline. Him and Lucky never left home without their straps, just in case anything ever jumped off. They preferred to be safe rather than sorry.
    When the crew entered the club, immediately Quick and Lucky felt like celebrities, from all the attention they were getting just because they were with Turf.
    â€œI might can get used to this,” Lucky yelled over the loud music with a smile. Even the way the women in the club looked at him was different; he loved the attention.
    Quick took a seat in the VIP section and just watched Turf receive all the attention.
    â€œYo, come here,” Turf called Quick over. “You see all this?” he asked, waving at the crowd. “Get used to this. I appreciate what you and ya boy Lucky did for me.”
    â€œOne hand wash the other,” Quick replied.
    Turf grabbed a bottle of Coconut Cîroc out of the bucket of ice and filled two champagne flutes up to the rim. “I got big plans for you and ya man,” he said, handing one of the flutes to Quick. “I just need to make sure y’all ready to get y’all hands dirty.”
    â€œI don’t think you understand.” Quick took a sip of his drink. “Me and my man Lucky been putting in work for years, and we been doing it for free. Now that we going to be getting paid for it now, you don’t have nothing to worry about.” Quick assured him.
    Just as bad as Turf needed Quick and Lucky, they needed the money, so it was an even trade.
    â€œGood.” Turf smiled. “Wolf and Major Pain are the two best soldiers I’ve ever met in my life, but”—he paused so he could take a sip—“we all starting to get a little hot, so some new faces are much needed.”
    People out in the streets knew not to mess with Turf, and they definitely knew not to mess with his money. Turf had put in way more than enough work, and now it was finally starting to catch up with him. Every cop and detective had him on their list, and was gunning for him. They wanted his head on a platter, but Turf was prepared to die before that day ever came.
    For the rest of the night, the crew just got their party on like it was no tomorrow. Turf had his twenty-four-hour bodyguard Goliath go out in the crowd and pick out twenty of the prettiest women in the club and bring them back to their VIP section.
    After about four drinks, Quick was feeling nice. A brown-skin woman with dreads sat next to him, keeping him company. The woman had a pretty face, but Quick was more concerned about the woman’s huge ass that looked like it was going to rip through the black spandex she wore.
    â€œYo, what you said your name was again?” Quick asked with a light slur.
    â€œIvy.” The woman grabbed another bottle of Coconut Cîroc and refilled her and Quick’s glass.
    â€œDamn! You must be trying to take advantage of me tonight,” Quick said, openly flirting with the woman. He could tell that Ivy was feeling him, and he too was also liking what he was