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your plans. I’m not some green chick who grew up sheltered. I get down for mine, and I think I could help bring this situation to a head.”
    “OK, ma, let’s talk. I’m all ears. Tell me what I gotta do, and it’s done. Tell me how you want shit to go down, and I’ll make it happen.”
    Jason could see Cartier’s mood shift. He held up his index finger. “Hold that thought for one second.” He ran into their bedroom and returned with a crumpled paper bag he’d brought home last night, pulled out the kitchen chair, and began to count out the stacks of money he’d just picked up. Why not kill two birds with one stone? he thought.
    Instinctively, Cartier sat down beside him and helped him count it out, not bothered that he’d interrupted what was supposed to be an important conversation.
    After a solid thirty minutes of business at hand, Jason said, “How much you got there?”
    “Thirty-five large,” Cartier replied. “How much you got?”
    “Seventy.”
    “Is the count correct?”
    “Hell, yeah. Those niggas know not to fuck with my bread. Now, what’s on your mind? Let’s square all of this away for good.”
    The pangs of jealousy hadn’t actually subsided from Cartier’s run-in with Jason’s L.A. mistress, and when Jason spent long hours away from home, those negative feelings resurfaced.
    “Things are going well with your business, and now you gotta take care of your family. I don’t want to live like this, shacked up with Trina in this roach motel. I deserve better than that.”
    “I hear you, ma. And that’s what I was gonna do anyway, but I got so much shit on my mind right now. I’m out here in these streets for us, not me. You think I’m out here up in the clubs partying, but most of the time, I’m in there making connections. In the clubs is where you see niggas who need product. A lot of deals go on in the sanctity of a nightclub.”
    Cartier looked at Jason like he had two heads. “Don’t tell me that dumb shit like my name is Moron. It’s insulting. You ain’t up in the clubs solely for business. You’re up in the club for the bitches!”
    “See, I can’t tell you shit, so I’ma prove it to you.” Jason began to grab up the stacks of money. “I put a bounty on Big Mike and Ryan’s head, and my man came through for me.”
    “Big Mike? Why Big Mike? And what type of bounty?”
    Jason didn’t have any bounty on anyone. He wondered if he should feel guilty about the small lie he was telling to keep peace in his household.
    “Hell, yeah, Big Mike. He gotta get it too, and that’s final. No more speculating on whether or not he was down. I’ve been thinking about this shit real hard. Last week after Janet came back from taking Jason Jr. to see Monya, she and I began to kick it, and we decided that we won’t ever know for sure who pulled the trigger, so they both gotta get it.”
    Cartier took in his words. “OK, I feel you, but from here on out, you and I will decide things together. We’re a team. Don’t ever forget that. I should have been a part of officially adding Big Mike to the list.”
    Jason nodded.
    “So tell me about this bounty.”
    “I put the word out to a few select, thorough niggas that I trust that I needed to get close enough to touch those lame-ass dudes. Anyone who could get me information, I got fifty large.”
    “Just for information?”
    “True that.”
    “That seems like an awful lot of money. Don’t forget you got a family to feed.”
    “Damn, Cartier, can’t shit ever make you happy nowadays? All you do is complain. I thought I was doing exactly what you wanted. You been riding my back since we were in Cali. You just said shit is taking too long.”
    Cartier realized she did sound like a whiny, ungrateful child. “Babe, you’re right. I’m sorry.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m just concerned, that’s all. And I just want this shit to be over. I want both of those bastards dead, and I’ll happily do