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I’ll be over there after I put on some clothes,” she said, slightly embarrassed. I can’t believe I came at him all desperate. What was I thinking?
    â€œThanks, ma. I owe you,” Kalil said as he returned to Quinn’s apartment.
    Five minutes later Roxi came over and did Jada’s hair and gave her some of her sister’s clothes to wear to school. Kalil looked at his beautiful daughter and was glad that she had taken off those boyish clothes. He finally had his daughter back.
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    Eight Hours Later
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    â€œYo, this is some bullshit,” Kalil said as he walked through the door and loosened his tie.
    â€œNo luck, fam?” Quinn licked the blunt, preparing to split it.
    â€œNobody is trying to hire a black ex-con. I can’t catch a break for shit. I’ve had five interviews today, and because of my record, they all turned me down.” Kalil flopped down on the couch in frustration.
    Quinn took a long pull of the blunt he had in his mouth and answered while the smoke was still in his lungs. “I don’t know why you are stressing over a bullshit job. The answer to all your problems is in Manhattan, fam.”
    Kalil knew exactly what Quinn was referring to, but he vowed he would never go that route again.
    Quinn continued, “You should go and holla at Hova and get put back in the game. That’s where the money at.”
    â€œI am not going back to the streets. I already have two strikes, and if I get knocked again, it’s over for me. I couldn’t put Jada through that, not again.”
    â€œI respect your decision, but all I ever known you to be was a hustler.” Quinn took another drag of his blunt and shook his head from side to side. “Remember when Hova hit you with that weight? Man, we made over a hundred thousand in a month span. That was living right there. We could take over the game. That shit Fatboy putting in the streets is garbage. If the hood gets a taste of Hova’s product, we could really make some noise. Just think about it, Kalil.”
    â€œI’m not fucking with it, Quinn. I’m out for good,” Kalil said, agitation in his voice this time.
    Quinn decided to give it up. He knew that it was no use trying to persuade his cousin, so he changed the subject. “You need to get out and have some fun, my nigga. Let’s hit this new club in Manhattan tonight called Club Heaven. All the finest shorties in the city be in there.”
    â€œNo doubt. I need to get out anyway.”
    Just then the house phone rang. Quinn picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID. “Yo, fam, it’s Destiny. She’s been calling my phone all day.” He handed Kalil the cordless phone.
    â€œHello,” Kalil answered with a sigh.
    Destiny’s voice blared through the phone. “Where the fuck you been, Kalil? I’ve been calling you all day.”
    â€œHere you go with that shit.” Kalil shook his head, preparing for the drama.
    â€œNigga, fuck you! Bring Jada back home, Kalil. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
    â€œWho you talking to like that? You better remember who the fuck you talking to. You had Fatboy dick in yo’ mouth when you were supposed to be watching my baby. Anything could’ve happened to her while you were—”
    â€œNigga, you ain’t shit no more!” Destiny yelled into the phone. “You ain’t getting any money! Yo’ broke ass is over there at Quinn’s house doing nothing. Maybe Fatboy can show you a thang or two ’bout getting paper. You’s a mu’fuckin’ has-been. Ol’ sorry, no-good-fa-nothin’ nigga!”
    Kalil didn’t know what to say to Destiny. She had never talked to him like that. Since he had been locked up, she had gotten real disrespectful. He knew she could never be his chick again. No woman should talk to her man that way. He remembered the days when she worshipped the ground he walked on. As he