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up in her face. All night he’d been following her around the club like a lost dog, saying “let me get a dance” or “can I buy you a drink?”
    Truth was straight up on some bug-a-boo shit. When she went to powder her nose, he stood outside the ladies’ bathroom door. If a dude tried to holla, he’d flip and try to hold her hand. At one point, Gray thought she’d lost him, but when she turned around, lo and behold, who was standing behind her? Truth. Gray didn’t know what to do. She wanted to pull her hair out. Truth was always very overprotective, but damn, could a chick breathe?
    Why he was all up in her personal space, suffocating her lungs, she didn’t know. He knew they weren’t together, and by the way he was acting, they would never be. If he didn’t enjoy the music and let her breathe soon, Gray was sure to grab her shit and leave. She was too grown to be babysitting some grown man’s ego.
    As they danced, Gray wished to the love gods up above that somehow Truth could magically transform into Gunz, but her wish didn’t come true. Gunz was still nowhere to be found, and Truth was still wreaking havoc, making her night miserable.
    â€œOkay, I need a drink,” Gray panted as she stopped dancing and placed her hand on his chest.
    â€œI got you. What you want?”
    â€œA Cosmopolitan, please.”
    â€œA’ight, I’ll be right back. Don’t go nowhere.”
    â€œI won’t.” She faked a smile.
    As soon as Truth was out of sight, Gray made her way to the other side of the club in hopes of finding Kema. On the second level of the club, Gunz and his crew stood posted up like kings. They’d ordered bottles of Ace of Spades, Moët, and Dom Pérignon. Don Lino cigars were being passed around, while women of all different persuasions exchanged “fuck faces.”
    Bobbing his head to the beat, Gunz puffed on a blunt and zoned out as “The Infamous” by Mobb Deep traveled through space and into his ears. He loved living the lifestyle of the young, black, and rich. Any and everything he ever wanted was at his disposal. Money was piling in by the boatload. Everybody in his crew was eating good and living lavishly. This was the life. Gunz couldn’t imagine living any other way. No matter how many times he thought about it or how hard he tried, Gunz just couldn’t leave the game alone.
    It needed him as much as he needed it. One couldn’t exist without the other. They were each other’s addictions. His presence in the streets was a must. No other hustler was getting it like he was. In the last three years, Gunz’s net worth had grown to be well over fifty million dollars, and it was all because of the devil’s drug of choice, cocaine. Only in America could a young black man from the hood be so rich and never have graduated high school or did something legit.
    And yes, at times, being at the top felt lonely. Most of the dudes he came up with were either dead, on some jealously shit, or sworn enemies. His mother stayed in fear for his demise and constantly prayed for his safety. Gunz hated to see his mother in such a predicament, but without sacrifice, there was no gain. All of the blood, sweat, and tears he’d shed were well worth it in his eyes. He had a mansion on the outskirts of St. Louis that he’d only slept in once. He’d drunk the finest wine, shopped in the most exclusive stores, traveled the world, and fucked the baddest bitches. Still, at the end of the day, he didn’t trust or have anyone but himself.
    After finishing off the last of his blunt, Gunz told his boys that he’d holla and was up. With a pair of brown Tom Ford shades shielding his eyes, Gunz glided his way down the steps, where he ran into his man King. There weren’t too many people besides Watts and Bishop that Gunz knew had his back, but King was one of them.
    At the ripe age of thirty-five, with skin