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and Kendra’s home a couple of times. Nicole didn’t complain once about the time he came in. When she was there, she just enjoyed it for what it was. She always made sure that she had a blunt rolled for him. While he smoked, she wasted no time in giving him head.
    One particular time, while they were having sex, he slipped up and called Nicole Kendra, but that still didn’t stop her. She was happy that she was now in the wife position, but that position would soon fade away.
    Trent told Nicole he was going out hustling and that he would be back later. To his surprise, Nicole flipped on him and said, “Baby, we’re not spending any quality time together.”
    Trent looked at her like “Shit! Here we go again!”
    “ Nicole, you’re here with me. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” Trent questioned. Trent was starting to get agitated, and this was getting played.
    “ Yes, baby. I’m happy to be here with you, but I think you just been on the block too much.”
    Nicole tried to reason with him, but it only made him angry.
    “ I swear y’all bitches complain about stupid shit when a nigga ain’t making money. Then, what?” Trent snapped.
    Shit! Everything Nicole did made him miss Kendra more and more. He needed to get his shawty back.
     
    *****
     
    After leaving Nicole, Trent was back on the block, grinding hard at full throttle. It was a lovely day in downtown LA, and Trent was having the best day he’d had in months. The dope fiends were coming back to back. Nothing could stop his grind.
    Marcos walked up and said, “Aye, bro. It’s getting hot out here, man. We need to bounce. Shifts just changed, and now the Jump Out Crew is on the block.”
    The Jump Out Crew was the name given to the detectives who worked the narcotics division. When they were on the block, hell always broke loose. One detective named Officer Brody showed out every chance he got. When he came out, he would announce himself like he was the king of an empire.
    “ This here is my block. I run the Nickel,” he would say.
    Even though he knew he should be closing up shop, Trent just couldn’t stop. The money was coming in too fast. He knew he was playing with his freedom like it was a game of Russian roulette.
    “ Look, my nigga. Go ahead and be a hard headed-ass nigga, but that’s yo ass. I’m out,” Marcos said, frustrated.
    He wasn’t trying to get caught up on some bullshit that could have been prevented. Besides, he had a couple of warrants.
    As soon as Trent dumped his last pack, he got hemmed up by the Jump Out Crew.
    “ Ain’t this ‘bout some bullshit,” Trent spat.
    Officer Brody walked up and called Trent by his government name, “Trenton Moore, what are you doing on my block? Boy, don’t you know this is my shit? How many times do I have to tell you that the Nickel is mine?”
    Trent was vexed. He knew Brody was putting on a show for the cracker-ass cops behind him. To Trent, Brody was the black version of Mr. Burns from The Simpsons. He had been on the force for thirty years and was now head of the narcotics division.
    “ I’ll tell you what, Mr. Moore. I’ll let you go if you give me everything in your pockets,” Brody said with a devious grin.
    “ Brody, I don’t have shit, man,” Trent answered.
    Trent wasn’t worried because all the cash was with Marcos. The only thing he had on him was that quick fifty he had made just before the cops hemmed him up. Marcos had already hit the block and parked in a nearby parking garage. At that point, he was walking back to the block. That was their routine, so that the cops couldn’t search the vehicle.
    “ I’m trying to give you a chance at freedom. Now, we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way, Mr. Moore. I just want to warn you, if we do it your way, it’s not gonna be very nice.”
    Knowing that the cards were stacked against him, Trent gave in and let the cops search him. Trent even went a step further. He took off his Nike Blazers to