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figured at this point in the game, she would choose her battles wisely. Besides, this fight would be over soon anyway. Tasha had told her that she would split her sixty percent from the safe with Mimi and Halleigh so that they would at least have something to get them started once they were no longer working for him. So Mimi wasn’t tripping over the money she had just turned over to Manolo.
    Mimi looked over at Halleigh and Tasha, who were sitting next to Manolo, one on each side of him. Mimi observed their smug expressions. She could tell that they were feeling the same way she was—thick. They finally had the upper hand on Manolo, and he was so stuck on himself, he didn’t even realize it.
    Everybody was loose in the club, and Manolo was talking big as usual. They partied for a couple more hours, and by midnight, the club was popping off proper.
    Tasha checked her watch and knew what time it was. She scanned her surroundings discreetly. If everything went according to plan, Troy and his boys in blue would be there any minute.
    Just like clockwork, less than five minutes later, the club was flooded with uniformed police officers. They stormed into the club with their weapons drawn. A couple of screams erupted throughout, but very few people were scared. It was typical for the po-po to raid the local strip clubs, be it legit or a shakedown. That’s just how the Flint PD got down. Everyone put up their hands and watched curiously to see how the scenario was going to play out.
    â€œEverybody on the ground! Now!” Troy screamed as he made his way to the VIP section, his fellow officers following right behind him.
    Manolo was enraged. He didn’t know what was going on. All he knew was that Troy should have given him a heads-up that boys in blue would be riding through. That way he could have made sure the place was clean—especially if Flint PD was sending dirty cops.
    I’m paying this mu’fucka to turn his head to my business and he coming in here on some bullshit? He stood to his feet. “Fuck is going on, man?” he spat as Troy approached. “Thought we had a deal!”
    Troy grabbed Manolo’s arm and twisted him around, forcing him to lean over the table.
    The Shottah Boyz reached for their pistols, but decided against it. They knew better than to catch a case by trying to come to Manolo’s defense.
    Troy applied the bracelets to Manolo’s wrists and then pulled a search warrant from his back pocket.
    â€œFuck is you doing coming up in here? Fuck you looking for?” Manolo yelled.
    As the police squad spread throughout the club, Troy commanded, “Turn this place inside out.”
    Troy wanted to make it look good, so he didn’t go to the safe right away. He searched the club for about twenty minutes before he discovered the safe that, of course, Tasha had already informed him of.
    â€œJackpot, boys!” Troy announced. “Let’s take him in to be processed.” He placed the bricks in a duffle bag along with the money and then headed out of the club.
    Tasha looked at Halleigh and Mimi. The satisfaction on their faces was priceless, but now it was time for her to go collect their money. “Stay here and clear out the club. I’m going to get our cut now before Officer Troy gets any ideas. I’ll come back in about an hour,” she stated before leaving the club.

    Tasha drove toward Miller Road and parked her car in the empty shopping center lot. Just as planned, Troy was waiting for her. She eagerly hopped out of the car.
    â€œI got to take ten thousand and two kilos of cocaine back to the station so that I can log it in as evidence,” he informed her as she approached.
    â€œWhat? You didn’t tell me that.”
    â€œLook, my ass is the one who has to build this case against Manolo for him to do jail time. There’s twenty thousand in there for you. You can also keep the rest of the dope. I can’t do anything