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the whop”—Cartier began doing the old-school dance—“over their graves.”
    Jason couldn’t help but laugh at his wife’s antics, but then he got serious again. “Well, that’s why I need information on where these niggas rest at. Ever since they got word that I was back on the scene, those niggas don’t even party no more. I heard Big Mike went back underground like a li’l bitch living with some trick in South Carolina. And Ryan, that nigga name should be Casper ’cause he stay ghost. I can’t get no info on that muthafucka. No bitch name, no address. I can’t even get what type of ride he driving. That’s a clever dude. I heard he switch his shit up constantly from his cellie, to his whip, to his chick. He don’t got no loyalty for nothing, but the bread.”
    “Fuck Ryan. He ain’t God. He can get got just like anybody else, and he definitely ain’t smarter than me or you. You giving him too much credit. Those moves he’s doing is Hustling 101, and I’m not impressed.” Cartier sucked her teeth and threw in an eye-roll.
    “You better not be impressed, if you know what’s good for you,” Jason teased, looking at Cartier sideways.
    Cartier exhaled and tried to gather her thoughts. She needed to focus and get a clear vision of what their future was going to look like. She didn’t want to mention anything to Jason, but she kept getting a strange feeling that shit was going to go wrong. She was never one to worry in the past, but her gut kept giving off warning signs. She felt strongly that if they didn’t find and kill not only Ryan but now Big Mike as well, then their lives were in imminent danger. If either one of those guys felt threatened enough to stay on the low, then Cartier and Jason needed to move in silence and lullaby them both before it was too late.
    “Jay, there’s so much I worry about, mainly our kids. You’ve had a long run out here in these streets, and we both know that that fast money don’t last forever. I want our family to be straight. You can’t keep spending money like it’s water. We gotta keep stashing for that rainy day. If anything happens to either one of us, we both need to rest assured that Christian and Jason Jr. are going to be straight.”
    “Now why you gotta go and jinx a nigga?”
    “I ain’t jinxing you. This is what smart people do. They plan shit out to the very last detail, and that’s how we gonna stay a step ahead of the game. Take the bounty off their heads and keep that money in our stash. I’ma get back out there and keep my ears open. You know chicks can’t keep any secrets. Before we know it, we’ll find out where Big Mike and Ryan are creeping.”
    “So that’s how we should do it?”
    “Most definitely.”
    “A’ight, but just watch who you asking about Big Mike and Ryan. Those niggas ain’t stupid. If they hear from the wrong person that we been asking about them, shit could get ugly. And I want you to start carrying that chrome .25 I have stashed up in the closet. Wherever you go, you need to be strapped.”
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    Cartier missed connecting with Monya more than she could ever express. Admittedly, she didn’t think about her each day because the pain was so powerful, but whenever she allowed her mind to travel back to the past, a steady stream of tears would inch out, and before she knew it, she was a hot mess.
    All she thought about was, What if? What if they had been born into a better environment? What if their mothers had chosen better baby daddies? What if they weren’t forced to hug the block because they were virtually starving from lack of food money? What if whoever decided to rob Monya and Shanine didn’t feel as if they had to kill them?
    The short ride to the hospital was consistent for Cartier twice a month. She’d bring a portable radio with numerous CDs of their favorite music, perfume, a comb and brush to style her hair, fingernail polish and remover to paint her nails and feet, and loads of gossip. Today she