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about her, and the shit had me in my feelings. I wanted to avoid that, so I got up and hit the block.
    When I pulled up to the trap, I saw Quis’ car out there. That’s why I haven’t heard from his ass. When I walked in, everyone was giving me dap and hugs. This one bitch who I was just talking about, who was hoe, the one with no morals, yeah her. She worked here as well, cooking and bagging the dope. Her name was Danielle. “Hey boo,” she whispered in my ear before caressing my back. I pushed her off me because she knew it wasn’t none of that. Not right now at least. I took a seat with the fellas and joined in on the talk. They were talking about hood hoes who had not shit going for themselves. I leaned back in my seat and just listened. I wasn’t one to talk like that, so it didn’t seem abnormal. When I did say something, you better believe it was something worth hearing.
    One thing caught my ear and that was talk about Miracle. “Man, that little suck up bitch ain’t shit. I pushed up on her one day and she shrugged me off like she was Obama daughter or some shit,” this one lil nigga said. I wasn’t feeling that shit. Though she wasn’t my bitch, I wasn’t going to stand by and let these niggas dog her out like they didn’t work for her pops.
    “Yo, shut that shit up. Sounding like a scorned ass bitch. How you diss the one female whose dad makes sure yo kids eat?” I barked at his ass. Everyone stopped what they were doing and listened in on what was to happen next.
    “Dallas man, I’m just being honest. It wasn’t disrespect to boss man, I’m just saying-”
    I put my hand up to silence his ass because I didn’t need no bitch ass excuse. I headed in the back to make sure shit was straight before I dipped out. I didn’t need Justin and Carter running down on me about why shit ain’t right. Quis walked in the room smirking. “Let me find out lil sis got ya head fucked up big bro!” he said, dapping me up. Though he was my blood brother, I didn’t really feel the need to discuss my feelings to the next nigga. The way I saw shit, what was my business was MINE, not the next muthafucka. Brother or not, I done seen siblings fold on one another or go behind the next man for his bitch, so I didn’t say shit as I smirked.
    “I feel ya,” he said, catching my drift. Everybody knew how I rolled, shit wasn’t no secret. After making sure shit was straight, I dapped everyone up before making my exit. Heading outside, I bumped into Justin and Carter.
    “What’s up my niggas?” I said, as I dapped them up.
    “Ain’t shit, y’all making sure shit straight?” Justin asked me.
    “Hell yeah, I just came through to do a lil pop up. I’m heading out to handle some shit right back, so I left Marquis in charge,” I told them.
    “Aight, handle that and be safe bruh, hate to have to run down on some muthafuckas!” Carter said, dapping me up. This nigga was the hothead from hell; he stayed ready to either run them hands or do some gunplay. I saluted those niggas; they fucked with me and I fucked with them. I contemplated on running shit by them about Miracle and I, but for now, I would just
let the shit play out.
    “Yo baby bro, we having a lil cookout at the house Friday; y’all boys slide through. Know the team gone be in that bitch full effect,” Justin told me. I nodded my head at them, then walked off. I didn’t think I was ready to be around Miracle like that just yet. I know I probably sound like a bitch, but shawty had me fucked up and she ain’t even know it.
    Before I could pull off good, Danielle’s trifling ass came running out the house like a chicken with her head cut off. “What’s yo plan for tonight Daddy, oh, I mean Dallas?” she asked me, smirking.
    I smirked right back at her ass. “Ain’t shit, what’s up, what you got planned ma?” I asked her. I knew she wanted to lick on the stick and shit; who was I to stop her?
    “You,” she simply said, while batting her long