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sat and listened to her bitch, he realized that it was the money that she loved. His pride was crushed.
    â€œLook, Des, I will bring Jada home on Sunday. Just let me keep her for the weekend. I ain’t seen my shorty in years. We got some catching up to do,” Kalil stated in a calm tone, trying to keep the peace with her.
    â€œWhatever. You make sure you take my baby to dance practice today. She has to go every day and don’t have any bitches around my—”
    Before she could even finish her bickering, Kalil introduced her to the dial tone. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Oh shit, I have to go pick up Jada.” With that, he rushed out to retrieve his daughter from school.
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    Kalil had spent the entire day with Jada and gave her his undivided attention. They watched all of Jada’s favorite Disney movies.
    Although Kalil didn’t show it, Destiny’s words had gotten to him. He wasn’t used to not having money. Every time he thought about getting back into the drug game, the sight of Jada enjoying his company altered his decision. I have to be here for her, I have to. Fuck it, I’ll work at a fast-food joint before I put my freedom at stake again.
    Kalil watched Jada nod off on the couch next to him. He gently kissed her on the top of her head and put a blanket over her. He turned off the movie and prepared to get ready for his night out. Roxi had agreed to come over and keep an eye on Jada while he and Quinn went to the club. Kalil tip toed out the door to go and get Roxi, and moments later returned with her and prepared to get ready for his night out.

    Kalil and Quinn bobbed their heads to the music as they pulled up to the downtown Manhattan club. The club was packed, and the line wrapped around the corner. “Damn, it’s jumping in there.” Kalil leaned forward in his seat to get a better view.
    â€œI told you, son, this is the spot right here.”
    They parked the car and hopped out. Quinn had on a cocaine-white Sean Jean leather jacket and wore butter Tims on his feet, overshadowing his cousin, who wore a black hoodie with jeans and definitely didn’t look like his old self.
    Years back Kalil always wore the flyest shit. Now he felt naked without a Jesus piece around his neck.
    Quinn didn’t say it, but it kind of felt good to finally outshine his cousin. Their roles had totally switched.
    Even though Kalil wasn’t dressed like a boss, in his mind he still was one. He wasn’t dressed to impress, but no one could take his swagger away from him. Quinn had offered him some of his clothes, but he had too much pride to be rocking another man’s gear.
    As they approached the line, Kalil heard someone call his name from the front. It was Peanut, his old worker.
    â€œYo, Kalil! What up, my nigga?” Peanut, the doorman to the club, held a clipboard in his hand.
    â€œYo, what’s good, son?” Kalil smiled and threw his hands up.
    â€œCome on, son, you don’t have to wait in line.” Peanut waved Kalil toward him.
    Kalil and Quinn stepped out of line and headed to the front. Kalil and Peanut locked hands and gave each other a brief embrace. Kalil stared at Peanut and noticed he had grown since the last time he’d seen him. He used to be a scrawny, seventeen-year-old corner boy before Kalil went in the joint. Now he had grown facial hair and bulked up. He used to push “blow” for Kalil and was known to bust his gun. Peanut laid his murder game down even as a young kid, and Kalil had respect for his little man.
    â€œMy nigga, when you get out?”
    â€œI just touched down, nah mean?” Kalil said in a strong New York accent.
    â€œNo doubt. Yo, Hova’s going to be happy to see you. He’s upstairs.” Peanut opened the club door to let them in.
    Kalil had a look of confusion on his face. He knew that Hova was slipping. A powerful man like that shouldn’t be in a packed club like