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of hers, it was like warm spiced caramel, and I had an instantaneous flashback of what it sounded like when she . . .
    I popped that thought bubble before it could float any higher. I had too much going on to entertain this type of bullshit right now. Ris adjusted her head on my shoulder in her sleep and I stiffened.
    â€œLania, I can’t. I’m sorry about what happened tonight too, but I just can’t. I’ve gotta go okay?” I didn’t even wait for her to respond. Suddenly I realized that I’d just hung up on one of Maxim ’s top one hundred. Actually I think she was numbered as the twenty-eighth most beautiful woman in the world. I exhaled loudly. My neck was starting to hurt. I needed to be as rational and real about this situation as possible and with the way things were going, Rasheed was probably going to try to kill me. The key word was try, because there was no way I was giving up my life without a damn good fight. That muthafucka had another thing coming if he thought otherwise.

CHAPTER 6
    WHAT’S MINE IS YOURS AND WHAT’S YOURS IS STILL YOURS
    Boy oh boy. I almost went slam the fuck off and gave away the fact that my ass wasn’t for real drunk sleeping on Michelle’s shoulder. I’d adjusted my head so I could hear her conversation better. The first one was quick and weird. I couldn’t really hear it that well but based on the way she tensed up it wasn’t good news. But the second one, whew, I almost nodded my head right into her lap because I was straining so hard to hear. I just knew something was up with that pretty-ass model Frenchy bitch mispronouncing- shit-for-no-damn-reason streetwalking ho. Oh, I bet Chelle ain’t even know all that shit. Keyshawn was on his phone and Keisha had started talkin’ all low to Chanel when they left sayin’ some shit ’bout Lania needin’ her to escort some nigga somewhere so they needed to ditch our party. An’ here I was kissin’ her ass thinkin’ she on some top model shit and she over here running hoes.
    Lania’s ass had just hopped up too quick to help out when Michelle needed to go piss at the club. An’ when Chanel and Keisha had the nerve to ask if I was okay with them going together, it took everything in my power to keep me at the table for as long as I sat there. It took a helluva lot more for me to embarrass myself and stick my damn finger down my throat when Chelle wasn’t paying attention so I could throw up. My ass wasn’t gonna be sick. I just needed an excuse to whoop that bitch’s ass, and being drunk just seemed like a good enough’a one to me, shit.
    My Spidey-muthafuckin’-sense was already on ten; I ain’t need Tweedledee and Tweedledum-ass pointin’ shit out like my ass stupid. I didn’t know if Michelle did or didn’t do anything up in that damn bathroom, but just in case, I got my ass whoopin’ in just for her or that bitch even thinkin’ ’bout doin’ that shit. Point blank, that’s all the fuck it took. Little Ms. Lania’s ass was on my muthafuckin’ radar. Period.
    I could feel the limo roll to a stop. Michelle kissed me on my forehead and I blinked a few times, trying to adjust my eyes since they’d been closed the entire ride.
    â€œHey, you lush, we’re home.” She gave me one of her fake-ass “I’m trying to act like nothing’s wrong” smiles. It was damn obvious she was worried about something. I just hoped she wasn’t thinking about that bitch.
    â€œIs somethin’ wrong, bae?” I acted like I was still a little hazy from all the liquor, but I was super alert, watching everything.
    â€œNothin’ baby. I’m jus’ tired, it’s close to four in the morning.”
    We climbed out of the car and made our way up to the darkened house, both of us trying to look normal as fuck while secretly eyeballing every tree, shadow, and bush. Most