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feeling his best friend.
     
    “You think that is something? She has two sisters and their names are Honesty and Reality.” K.J. said laughing.
     
    “If they look like her I want one,” Cameron joked as he prepared to leave. “It was nice meeting you and I hope to see you again. Do you mind if I steal this dude away for like five minutes?”
     
    Before she could reply K.J. was walking away with Cameron deep in conversation. Loyalty sighed; she didn’t want the night to end.
     

Chapter 5: Now who else wanna fuck wit Hollywood Court?

     
    D.J.’s cell phone had been ringing nonstop and now the doorbell was ringing too. He had been experiencing the headaches all morning so he needed to relax. He rolled him a Kush blunt, took a shot of Patron and sat in the extra-large garden tub filled with chamomile bath salts. The bathroom was his sanctuary. It was something about the water that soothed him like nothing he could imagine.
     
    The doorbell had stopped ringing and now there was someone beating on the door. D.J hopped out of the tub and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He jetted into his bedroom and got his Glock 40 off of the dresser and headed toward the door. He peeped out and then smiled to himself.
     
    “Either your ass better be on fire or you got blood coming out of your head to be coming over here this damn early ringing the door bell and knocking like you are crazy” He said to Reality as he snatched the door opened.
     
    Reality stood in front of the door with her hand on her hip and her lips pursed. “Nigga damn, you must got company or something. You can’t answer the phone and I have been out here for almost 30 minutes. You knew it was me. You could’ve just picked up the phone and said that you didn’t feel like being bothered instead of having me out here looking like a damn fool.”
     
    D.J. laughed at her and moved to the side so that she could enter his loft. He could count the people that knew where he actually laid his head, on one hand. D.J. learned early in the game, you don’t eat where you shit. But, there was something special about Reality and he found himself doing and saying things to her that he had never done or said to a female.
     
    Reality looked at him standing there with his dark chocolate skin, his dreadlocks hanging down his back dripping water and all he had on was a towel. His muscles were so chiseled and well defined that you would swear that he stayed in the gym. All he did was 500 sit-ups and 500 pushups a day.
     
    The chemistry between them was unmistakable. They had formed a bond that was so tight, that to be around them, you would think that they had known each other all of their lives instead of just six months.
     
    Reality knew the real Jaimes and she told him from the first day that she met him she would not belittle him by calling him a nickname that mocked his injuries. But right now looking at him with just the towel on, she wanted to indeed say “Damn Jaimes .”
     
    Jaimes Goren or D.J. as everyone called him was a recluse. He didn’t like to go out into the public. All of his life he had been ridiculed because of his facial deformities. When he was four years old, his mother had fallen into a nod and knocked a candle over. The entire house went up in flames. His mother died of smoke inhalation. He suffered severe burns to his face and right hand. Some days he is thankful for life, other days, when he realizes that he will never be normal, he wishes that he would’ve died in that house with his mother.
     
    Reality looks at him in his eyes when she talks to him. The first day they met, she didn’t cringe when she saw him, like everyone else. She didn’t pull back her hand when he gave her his hand to shake. They had the same look in their eyes; the look of a lost child.
     
    “What do you want lil ’ girl? Coming over here beating on my door like you are the DEA, I could’ve been in here beating up some pussy.” He said to her as