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rats sitting on the bench, sharing a cigarette. The one rocking the head scarf and mean-mug was named Boots. She was a brown-skinned girl with a decent body, but a face that took a special kind of love or several shots to stare at for too long. Boots was washed up, but thought that she still had a shot at greatness. With five kids by almost as many men it was a stretch at best that anyone would take her for more than what she was, a jump-off. Jada couldn’t stand Boots and the only reason she hadn’t whipped her out yet was because she was one of her cousin Gucci’s best friends. What someone of Gucci’s caliber could see in a girl like Boots was beyond Jada’s comprehension, but she let it be to keep the peace.
    The second girl wasn’t a hard-faced baby-making machine with a chip on her shoulder, but she was no less trifling. With big doe eyes and an inviting smile she had the face of an angel and the wit of a snake. Sahara was a pretty dark-skinned girl who had movedto the projects from West Africa six or seven years prior. When she was ten years old she was sold into slavery by her uncle and had been shuffled from port to port all around Europe as the play thing of those who had the money to spend for her. When she was fifteen she managed to garner the attentions of an underworld figure from New York who dealt in international trafficking. Together they plotted the robbery and murder of Sahara’s latest owner and fled to New York. Six months after arriving the man Sahara had fled with was found dead at the scene of what the police were calling a dope deal gone wrong. For a time Sahara floated from borough to borough doing what she could to survive, until she had managed to locate some cousins of hers who were living in the projects and opened their home to her. It didn’t take long for Sahara to get a taste of the darker side of New York life and become turned out by it. Sahara was a young girl with champagne dreams and beer money, but considering what she came from she was doing okay for herself.
    Sahara waved and Jada waved back. They knew some of the same people so they were cordial when they saw each other, but not Boots. She shot daggers at Jada as she passed to which she responded by throwing on her shades and switch harder. To Jada, Boots’s was just one more sour face in a world of many.
    Ever since Jada could remember she and her family had lived a world apart from their neighbors in the projects. With all the dirt they were involved in, it was the safest way to avoid an indictment. Jada was descended from a very long line of criminals. The Butler family notoriety went all the way back to her grandfather Jake, who in his heyday had been a leg breaker for Bumpy Johnson, but became the local numbers man in his later years. Up until the time of his death Jake had always had some type of hustle going on. It was a fixation that he passed on to all of his sons, but Jake Jr., or J.J. as they called him, showed the most promise. He was a beast when it came to his grind and his woman Gina was no slouch either. They werelike the Bonnie and Clyde of the late eighties, and they lavished everything they took in on their baby girl, Jada.
    Things began to go south when J.J. had gotten arrested for murder. He hadn’t even been in Manhattan when the deed was done, but one of his close friends had told the police otherwise in order to save his own skin. Even though J.J. was innocent of the killing, because of his violent criminal history a jury would’ve more than likely gotten him fried so he copped out to a lesser charge and had to wear fifteen to life. The whole family was heartbroken when they lost J.J., but nobody took it harder than Gina. She slipped into a deep depression and the only thing that seemed to soothe her bleeding heart was cocaine. When she had snorted through most of the money they’d had in the stash, Gina started freebasing and it was all downhill from there. Social Services stepped in and had it