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was a regular hood Robin Hood. 
    According to Jesse’s lawyer and Caralina, her husband not only ran Banks and Reid Imports, but he also operated an illegal enterprise that included millions of dollars in drug and possibly human trafficking.  Of course, most of the information Summer had came from Caralina and the news reports, but Summer planned on doing some verification of her own. 
    Another screaming hoodrat sashayed up to Jesse’s casket, looking like she was heading to the club afterwards. 
    “These bitches are ruthless!” Caralina whispered harshly.
    By this point, Summer was physically and emotionally drained.  She summoned Mitch to get her driver.  She wanted to go home.  She didn’t think she could handle going to the burial.  Besides, she wanted to be alone with her own memories of Jesse, not all of these people forcing their opinions and memories on her. 
    Summer tossed two Percocet into her mouth and stepped out of her heels as she waited in the lobby of the funeral home.  Caralina stood next to her, running her mouth, but Summer tuned her out. 
    “Lina, I’ll call you in a few days.  I just need some time,” Summer said to her friend solemnly as she stepped inside the Suburban.  Caralina’s eyes went dark and flat. 
    “Okay, but you are not alone. You don’t have to be so tough. You’re allowed to cry for your husband, you know.”
    “I know,” Summer murmured, parting with a halfhearted smile.  Settling into the back seat, she closed her eyes and let out a long, exasperated breath.  Suddenly, she felt a body abruptly slide into the seat next to her.  Startled, Summer inched her body into the corner, preparing for an attack. 
    “You scared me!” she wolfed when she saw that it was just Mitch. 
    “Didn’t mean to do that.”  He didn’t sound very genuine.
    “Why are you here? I need to get home,” Summer said with a frown.
    “Did you really think I was going to send you home alone?” Mitch answered sternly. 
    “You’ll probably need to get permission to take a piss until we feel shit is safe.  You do realize your husband was just shot down in cold blood and you were shot too.”
    Summer sighed and rolled her eyes.  She needed a damn break from everything and everyone.  Aside from the ride over, she hadn’t had a minute alone to breath or sort out her next move for that matter.  Why are they watching me so closely? What do they want?  Her mind raced; paranoia was getting the best of her.  It had been a natural defense mechanism since childhood.  She was always suspicious of people and their motives. Everyone seemed to have an agenda these days, even Jesse. 
    “You don’t have a problem with us looking out for you, right?” Mitch asked, interrupting her thoughts.  Summer didn’t answer. 
    “Well if you do, then I’m sorry.  This is how we roll baby girl, so get used to it,” Mitch told her. 
    Summer turned her face towards the window.  The only constant Summer knew in her life had been change.  And Summer knew firsthand that was never easy getting used to.

Chapter 4 Picking Up the Pieces
     
    “So Miss Cuban Not Interested, tell me about yourself,” Jesse joked, flashing a gleaming, perfectly white smile.  Summer blushed.  It was their first official date and she was still embarrassed at how rude she had been during their first encounter.  After all, she had been the one to hit Jesse’s car.  Jesse had been kind and generous enough to pay for the damage to Rex’s car, so Summer felt obligated to give him her number.  She felt even more obligated when he sent three dozen huge, pink, white, and red roses to Rex’s office for her along with an invitation to dinner.  The entire place had been abuzz with speculation about the secret admirer who’d sent Rex’s personal assistant those gorgeous flowers.  Rex wasn’t very happy about it either.  He could be quite territorial at times.
    “Was that such a hard question?” Jesse followed