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smuggled from upstairs. Since the tender ages of twelve, they learned how to cut coke, dope, play poker, shoot dice, sex girls, and a lot more boys their age should not have to know.
    People rarely saw one without the other. Chicks they met and dudes they did business out of town thought they were brothers because of how close they were and how much they resembled each other. Not to mention, their birthdays were only eleven days apart and their parents grew up together the same way they had. Mike B and Jeff had all of the little girls turned out off of their swagger, and most of the boys despised them.
    The sounds of the track “My Plug” had both Mike B and Jeff head nodding while they rotated the blunt back and forth, counted and rubber banned money, and weighed up product on the triple beam scale.
    â€œLet’s hurry up and get this done so we can bag it up.”
    â€œThis some good shit,” Jeff said, wiping the mixture of cocaine and heroin off of his nose.
    â€œNigga, you sniffin’ that shit? You crazy,” Mike B warned.
    â€œFuck that. This shit got me feelin’ real mellow, like I ain’t got a worry in the world.”
    Mike B paused, glared at his partner through glossy eyes, and continued.
    Mike B had never seen Jeff indulge in anything other than weed and alcohol. It caught him by surprise to see him messing with something much stronger. He was not in the mood to have a conversation about it though. His focus was on moving the rest of the work he had in the street and avenging his cousin’s death. He made a mental note to question Jeff on his new extra activity. An hour later, their task was complete.
    â€œWe got two hundred and fifty bricks of dope, and sixty bands worth of coke packaged up. Cash wise, we got the one-fifty for re-up money and thirty-three for the kitty, plus whatever we got left,” Jeff concluded.
    â€œNot bad for a couple of hood niggas,” Mike B informed. He scooped up the thirty-three and tossed ten of it back to Jeff.
    â€œGood looks.” Jeff thanked. “Oh, and that ain’t including our weed flow and the dough we’re already stackin’,” Jeff added.
    â€œThat’s w’assup, but now that we got this out the way, I wanna take it to this joker out here. Like I said, every nigga we ever had problems with, I want you to—” He paused. “Matter fact, we pulling up on muthafuckas, you feel me?”
    Jeff gave an agreeing head nod.
    â€œSo later, we ridin’, my nigga,” Mike B announced.
    â€œSay less.”
    â€œA’ight after we clean this shit up I’m going to transform and chill with baby girl for the time being.”
    â€œYeah, I gotta put time in with Denise my damn self.”
    â€œY’all stay beef, my gee.” Mike B shook his head. “How sis doing anyway?”
    â€œShe good. And we not beefin’,” Jeff corrected. “Like you said, I just been out in these streets, for us, my nigga. A lot of the time, I know my ass should be in the house.”
    Mike B looked at him oddly. “Bruh, I thought you was out there like that ’cause you wanted to be, not because you thought or feel you gotta be. Nigga, you after this shit right here, you can chill back any time for however long you want. You still gonna eat.”
    It was now Jeff’s turn to have a distorted look on his face.
    â€œGood lookin’ for that, bruh. I really didn’t know it was like that. But now I do.”
    â€œCome on, my dude, you my bruh. We fam.”
    They gave each other a pound and hug.
    â€œLet’s knock this shit out so we can get up outta here.” Mike B was the first to break the bear hug.
    â€œFacts.”
    They rapidly cleaned up and stashed their material. Ten minutes later, they were out the door, pulling off in different directions.

Chapter Four
    Mike B and Lenore laid snuggled up under each other like Siamese twins after a hearty meal and