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and the destroyed vehicles in its parking lot, it looked like a scene from a war zone.
    “This is Kimberly Jones reporting live from, St Petersburg’s club Ecstasy, where it appears that two undisclosed groups of African American males engaged in a savage shoot out leaving six dead bodies and thirteen wounded citizens in the wake. One person of interest in this case fits the description of an alleged local King Pin known as Zion Andrews. He is wanted for questioning pertaining to this incident, so if anyone has any leads as to his where bouts please notify your local law enforcement…”
    Seeing Zions face on T.V sent a sliver of anger up Trion’s spine, so he turned off the T.V and looked at Tasha.
    “Come on Bae, let’s get out of here and do some shopping.”
    Tasha squealed with joy as she smiled from ear to ear, and kissed him on the cheek. Shopping was one of her favorite pass times, and he knew it. Needless to say she was with it.
    After sharing a shower, Trion and Tasha got dressed to impress. Tasha wore a grey sheer mid drift Donna Karen blouse that matched her grey Donna Karen leggings, and grey DK. Spaghetti strapped sandals. Tasha was a star, and she knew it, yet she was down to earth. Trion wore a royal blue Sean John button down, accompanied with some black Sean John slacks, and a pair of royal blue S.A.Q quarter cut boots. He looked like money, and together they looked like celebrities.
    Pulling up at University Square Mall, Trion and Tasha fought to find a parking spot before making their way through the crowded maze of stores. Being that Tasha was a true fashion freak, she pulled Trion through every store in sight as she either bought; or tried on everything her heart desired.
    As Trion watched her zip in and out of stores in pure bliss, he thought about his mother and how she used to like to get all dolled up before going to church. Re-visiting his memories, Trion could almost hear his mother’s voice,   
    “Trion, baby when you look good, you feel good. God didn’t make beauty so we can just walk around looking like bums …”
    Slipping out of his trance, he heard Tasha calling his name,
    “Trion… Baby what’s on your mind? I’ve been calling your name for about five minutes…”
    Feeling slightly guilty for not hearing her, he simply smiled and apologized.
    “I’m sorry bae. I was just thinking about my Ole girl… Look, you hungry ma?”
    Knowing that now was not the time to press, Tasha let it go, and accompanied her man to the food court. The smell of fast food favorites was so heavy in the air that you could almost taste them. They hadn’t realized that they were so hungry until they sat down to eat. As the two indulged in Chinese food and an array of various topics of conversation, Trion noticed a familiar face. The young man in question was a dark skinned dread with wild looking locks in his head. His name was Koran. The more Trion zeroed in on his face, the more he was certain that he was one of the dreads that had murdered the man in front of his mother’s porch the night before she was also murdered. In his heart, Trion knew that Koran had something to do with his mother’s death, so as he watched him he began to plot.
    It's a small world and there are no free passes, so Trion picked up his cellphone and called is younger cousin Smoke. When Smoke answered the phone, Trion skipped the small talk, not wanting to let the dread get away. He spoke in a quick hushed tone as Tasha watched.
    “Listen dawg. I need you and Los to meet me at the food court in University Square Mall A. S.A. P, and bring some fire.”
    Not even allowing Smoke an opportunity to respond, Trion hung up and gave Tasha a few instructions.
    “Listen bae in about five minutes get your bags and go back to the house. I’ll call you as soon as this business is handled.”
    Knowing that arguing was useless, Tasha did what she was asked.
    As Tasha got up to leave, Koran looked in her direction. Something about