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asked, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
    â€œBitch, you better go see them lil’ niggaz like everybody else,” B. T. snapped.
    â€œCome on, B. T. Don’t do me like that, you know we go way back.”
    â€œMarisol, you better get the fuck away from me.”
    â€œWe can work something out,” she said, touching his knee.
    â€œYou must be out ya fucking mind.” He slapped her hand away. “You just as grimy as ya sister was. I slide with you, and I’ll probably wake up with a pistol to my head. Get out my face!”
    Marisol sucked her teeth and walked away. She knew she was playing herself by being out there like that, but what choice did she really have? Her boyfriend had lost his position at the firm for drug abuse, then he up and left her to move back with his family. She found herself out on her ass and broke. The fall from diva to dopehead was a short but hard one. She started out snorting with her boo in the high-class circles then ended up stalking a fix on the block like the rest of the fiends. The sick part of her addicted brain told her that the actions of her sister Martina had cast a black shadow over her family.
    The downhill spiral began when Lou-Loc was murdered. Though she knew her sister was hurt over the loss of her meal ticket she never thought she would take it to the extremes she did. Martina couldn’t accept the fact that Lou-Loc didn’t want her so she concocted a plan to punish him. Though Marisol and Lou-Loc had never seen eye to eye she still didn’t believe he should’ve been murdered, especially like that. After his death Martina was found
dead. The police still had no clues as to exactly what had happened, but Marisol knew. The devil she had served for so long had come back to swallow her. It was just too bad that she had set him on everyone else’s heels in the process.
    Marisol wiped the long tear from her cheek that the stroll down memory lane had left her and moved deeper into the trenches to see who else she might be able to offer her services to for a blast.
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    â€œYO, YOU twisted that faggot, son!” Danny squealed. “That boy head exploded like boom ! Yo, I think a piece of his brain was stuck on the window.”
    â€œDanny, anybody ever tell you that you talk too much?” Gutter asked, lighting the blunt that was hanging from his mouth.
    â€œIt’s blue, cuz. I was just trying to give you your props. You pushed son’s wig back. That shit was dope!”
    â€œLet me tell you something.” Gutter turned on him. “Ain’t nothing glorious about murder. Blood don’t wash off, lil nigga. You ever shot somebody?”
    â€œNah, but I would,” Danny quickly shot back.
    â€œBut the point is, you haven’t. You ain’t never seen death up close and personal. Baby boy, you don’t know what kind of demons haunt me everyday of my life. You’re a good soldier, Danny, but don’t be so quick to sell your soul for stripes.” Gutter leaned back in his seat and busied himself looking out the window.
    Danny felt kind of foolish being chastised by his mentor. All he was trying to do was give it up to Gutter on his flawless execution of Supreme, but he ended up getting flipped on. Everyone doubted him because he was young, but Danny was eager to prove just how ’bout it he was. When his time came, he would surely step to the
plate. Danny dropped Gutter off in front of his building and drove off into the night.
    When Gutter got into the duplex, he noticed that the light was still on in the study. He had hoped to come in and wash the gun smoke from his body, then ease into the bed with his lady. Unfortunately, Sharell was still up. He walked into the makeshift office and greeted his lady.
    â€œSup, boo,” he said, kissing her on the cheek.
    â€œHey, Ken”—she patted him on the leg—“I left dinner in the oven for you.”
    â€œI’m not