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his balled-up socks and shoved it deep into his mouth, shutting him up. “That’s much better.” She smiled.
    Khia came out of the back with two shoeboxes. “Come on, I got it,” she said as she walked over to her and grabbed the gun. “This nigga still lives with his momma!” Khia looked at Roland with disgust.
    “How you know?” Nautica asked.
    “The other room had pictures of an old lady, and it smell like Bengay in there. This ol’ frontin’-ass nigga still lives with his damn momma.” Khia shook her head from side to side. “All the damn bills are in a Betty Dixon name. This nigga was straight flaking. That’s yo’ momma’s name, ain’t it?” Khia looked at Roland and laughed at the way Nautica stuffed his mouth.
    Just then, the girls heard the door being unlocked. They froze as their eyes shot to the front door. Khia pointed the gun toward the door, waiting to see who was coming in.
    An elderly lady came in, followed by two more ladies around her age, with bingo markers in their hand. Khia quickly put her gun behind her back and smiled.
    Betty jumped, startled by her houseguests. “Oh my God!” She put her hand on her chest. “Roland, I told you not be having these fast-ass girls in my house. You got some ol’ freaky stuff going on, don’t you?” She put her hands on her hips and began fussing.
    Nautica and Khia smiled and walked past the ladies and headed toward the door. Nautica looked back at a squirming Roland, whose muffled screams echoed through the house. “Sorry, miss, we just got a little carried away. Your son is a little on the freaky side.”
    “I know, with his nasty ass. I should leave his ass lying on the floor just like that. Got yo’ shit all out in front of my friends.”
    Betty’s bingo friends smirked as they looked at Roland on the ground, his business peeking out of the hole in his boxers.
    Nautica and Khia left for Flint with two shoeboxes full of cash. Enough to hold them off until the next caper.

SPACESHIP
    Chapter Three
    Nautica and Khia strutted down the long hallways of the Genesee Valley Mall. They both had on big designer shades and thigh-high boots that fit snug over their tight blue jeans. Khia wore her long hair down freely, while Nautica had her hair pulled back tightly displaying her soft baby hair that rested on her edges.
    It was three weeks since they’d robbed Roland, and after they paid rent and went shopping a couple times, they were broke again. They had spent a full day of shopping together, and both of their hands were full of bags, courtesy TaQuan’s credit card.
    Nautica and Khia bought some food from Burger Joint and sat down at the food court and placed their bags at their feet. “How did you get the nigga to give you his card, Khia?”
    “What do you mean, bitch? I let him taste the kitty cat!” Khia snapped her fingers.
    Both of the girls burst into laughter.
    “So you and that nigga Zion serious, huh?”
    “No, it’s not like that. I only been fucking with him for a couple of weeks. Why you ask?”
    “Just seem like y’all tight, that’s all. I haven’t been seeing a lot of you lately.”
    “I know yo’ ass. What do you have up yo’ sleeve?” Nautica squinted her eyes, trying to read her cousin. “When you get to asking questions, you usually have something up.”
    “I’m just saying—”
    “You saying what?”
    “I know Zion is getting money. Shit, everybody know he getting it. Maybe we can hit his ass,” Khia said nonchalantly. She put a fry into her mouth.
    “I don’t know about this one, K . I haven’t even got a chance to peep him out yet. And, anyway, you know the rules—no in-town licks,” Nautica said, reminding Khia of their rule to never rob a hustler in the same city as them.
    “Yeah, I know, but I just had to throw it out there. Times are rough out here. Shit, I got bills to pay.”
    “Bitch, me too. But we can’t do something that’s going to come back and bite us in the ass later.”
    Khia nodded