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stayed out of the limelight and played it very low key. He concealed both the way he moved in the streets, as well as his feelings and thoughts, but spoke with his actions. By the way he lived, she could tell he had major paper, but he had never brought drugs around her or handled any business with her present. Had it not been for the gun he always toted when he stepped outside of his crib, a big time dope boy and gangster would not be what came to Lenore’s mind when she thought about what he did for a living or who he was. When it came to how he felt about her, he had never really expressed his love to her verbally, but he showed it every chance he got through gifts and quality time. Outside of her, she knew there were only two other people Mike B loved and cared about: Jeff and Twan.
    â€œYeah, he did,” she replied to Denise’s statement.
    â€œWell, time will tell just how much he loved him.” Denise concluded.
    â€œI’m going to handle what I need to handle this morning. I just wanted to check in and get an update from you.”
    â€œEverything’s good over here. I’ll keep you posted,” answered Lenore.
    â€œOkay, baby girl. I’ll talk to you later. Love you,” Denise ended.
    â€œLove you too. Talk to you later.”
    Lenore scrolled through her phone until she found the song she was looking for in her playlist then tossed her phone onto the bed and snatched up her lotion. Nikki Minaj’s voice blared through her S7 as she stood in front of the full-length mirror lotioning and massaging her breasts. Her hands slithered down past her midsection onto her inner thighs and hips. She couldn’t help but admire her flawless body as she bent over to lotion her legs. At twenty-seven years old, she believed she could stand next to the best of them. She was used to turning heads of both men and women wherever she and Denise went from the malls to the gym.
    As she bent over, her legs buckled as a sharp pain jolted through her left side. She grabbed hold of her side as she dropped to her knees. The excruciating pain lasted a few more seconds before it abruptly stopped. Lenore exhaled. This was the second time the pain had hit her out of nowhere, but this was the worst out of the two. The pain was enough to convince her it was time to look into what was causing it. With that in mind, Lenore decided to change her plans for the day.

Chapter Three
    â€œHow you not gonna know nothing? You be out there damn there every day.” Mike B chimed in response to Jeff telling him he had no leads or information about who murdered his cousin.
    His tone was too aggressive for Jeff’s taste, but he understood his friend was hurting. So, he stood there and took the venom that Mike B spat.
    â€œBruh, I don’t give a fuck right now!” Mike B continued. “Somebody is gonna be held accountable for this shit, dead ass. I need you to go out there and press muthafuckas and find out who pushed Twan.”
    Jeff nodded. He had already expected that that’s what Mike B would want him to do. The two had been making moves together long enough for him to know how he wanted certain things to be handled. He practically knew him like a book.
    Mike B lit up a Dutch Master filled with a gram of loud exotic weed. “Let’s count this paper and inventory this product,” he said in between pulls.
    â€œThat shit stink, yo,” Jeff complained, followed by a futile attempt to fan the smoke out of his face before continuing. “Put ya li’l mans shit on. I’m tired of that shit they listening to upstairs.” Jeff screwed up his face, showing his displeasure.
    Mike B chuckled and pulled up the Sound Cloud of a young artist, who was the son of one of his mans, Base. It was from an Atlanta group called, Flyght Gang Campaign. He then pulled out a half of a pint of Hennessey.
    Meanwhile, Jeff retrieved the scale and some cut for the cocaine and heroin they just