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bitch.”
    â€œGirl, no worries. You know I stopped calling you about dumb shit like that years ago. This is on some other shit—more serious shit. But, like I said, we can’t have this conversation over the phone. The minute you get home, you have to call me.”
    â€œI will. But I don’t know how you expect me to go another day and not know what the hell is going on. What can be so bad that you can’t tell me over the phone? You said it’s not about any of Jasper’s bitches. And, obviously his ass isn’t locked up since I spoke to him earlier. Is it about Stax or your brother Sparks?”
    â€œNo. Stax and Sparks are fine, girl. No one’s locked up. Yet, anyway.”
    I catch the yet part, knowingly. All them niggas riding Jasper’s nut sac are caught up in the game one way or another. His whole street team is mostly the niggas in his family. It’s like them niggas were all born into it. And it’s only a matter of time before someone gets knocked, again. I wonder if Stax would take the weight for Jasper’s ass if they got popped. I hope he wouldn’t. But I don’t ever see him snitching either. Then again, who knows what a nigga looking at football numbers will do.
    Anyway, Stax is another one of Jasper’s cousins. He’s also Jasper’s right-hand man. You see one; you’re bound to see the other, partners in crime. They say birds of a feather flock together. But, unlike Jasper’s messy, cheating-ass, I’ve never heard Stax getting caught up in any female drama, even when he was with his baby’s mother, Mariah. If Stax is out there doing dirt, you’d never know it. Obviously, he knows how to move. Something Jasper’s sloppy-ass needs to do better at. Jasper would fuck a bitch right up in our bed—if he hasn’t already—then try to lie his way out of it once he got caught pulling his dick out of her.
    But, whatever! Back to Stax. Although I’ve never looked at hischiseled six-foot-six, fine, milk-chocolate-ass sexually, there’s something about the way he looks at me with those beautiful sparkling brown eyes of his that unnerves me.
    I’ve never been one to get caught up in gossip. However, word among the nut-hungry hoes is that he has a big-ass dick and a set of big, juicy, plum-size balls hanging real low with it. And, shamefully, over the years of knowing Stax, I’ve occasionally had to fight myself to keep from sneaking peeks at his crotch, especially when he wears sweats. And, well, the few times I’ve slipped, I always caught a glimpse of a thick, long lump in his pants. So I believe the rumors are true.
    But that’s neither here nor there, since I don’t want him. Every time I see him, knowing that he’s Jasper’s right-hand nigga, I can’t stop thinking, wondering, if somehow he was one of the niggas who was down in the basement with me, shoving his dick down in my throat. Although none of them that I can recall had his gym-ripped body, or a tattoo of their daughter on their forearm. Still, I wonder.
    And the fact that Stax does his best to avoid me, and only comes around me when he’s with Japser, makes him suspect. Makes me wonder how much of what went down with my kidnapping he played a hand in. I know he knows all about the dick-sucking rampage I was on. Jasper tells him everything.
    Still, regardless of what he knows or whether or not he was down in that basement, he’s never treated me indifferently or looked at me with disgust in his eyes. Nevertheless, I search my brain, replaying the horrible scenes in my head over and over, trying to see if any of those eyes peering through the slits of those black ski masks belonged to him.
    I always come up blank.

Six
    The way to perdition requires traveling a long, dirty, ruthless road…
    â€œY o, Pasha, real shit,” Jasper says, grabbing me by the arm as I’m walking out of Jaylen’s bedroom.