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a matter of minutes, it was obvious the band of would-be thieves set their sights on Stackz.
    Gee was momentarily silent, wanting to leap through the 55-inch flat screen and fire on one of the dudes that he knew was about to try his big brother.
    T. L. showed his age as he loudly rooted Stackz on, as if he has looking at an action movie and wanted the underdog to win. T. L. yelled this and that at the television, waiting to see the part when ole boy he’d seen laid out in the parking lot got his ass handed to him.
    Gee couldn’t seem to contain himself or his emotions, either. Unlike T. L., who was just shouting obscenities at the otherwise silent footage, Gee leaped out of his seat to get closer to the big screen. Not sure this was real, he rubbed his eyes again and again. He couldn’t believe who he thought he was seeing.
    â€œYo, back up, boy; we can’t see! Back your big ass up. You not made of glass, motherfucker.” T. L. moved from side to side, trying to make sure he didn’t miss a beat of the feature film.
    Gee gritted his teeth, shaking his head in disbelief. “Not these hoes,” he blurted out loud with contempt in his tone. Standing with his arms folded across his chest, glaring at the screen, he was visibly heated.
    Up until this point, Stackz had been quiet, in no way trying to celebrate having to put in felony numbered work. But easily recognizing his brother’s demeanor, Stackz knew something was off. Hearing his last remark made him speak up. “What’s up with you? You know these clowns or something, Gee? Put me up on game!”
    Gee took the remote out of his brother’s hand, then pushed pause so he could get a still shot view of the females. “Naw, the niggas don’t register. But the females, yeah, I know them hoes. They sisters. That’s Leela and Ava from our old hood we used to stay in.”
    â€œWhat?” Stackz frowned his face up as if to say, “Nigga, I don’t know these broads.”
    â€œNaw, you was in the joint when they lived up the block from us. I’ve been fucking the bitch Leela off and on since I was in middle school. She the light skinned one with little ass T-shirt on.”
    T. L. busted out laughing at Gee. “Damn, dawg, she look kinda busted on this shit. Please tell me it’s the lighting or the camera ain’t catching her good side.”
    â€œCome on, nigga, ease up on all that. She just a neighborhood rat, and you know like most rats, she got a snapper on her.”
    â€œWhatever. From what I can see from where I’m sitting, she’s just a waste of light skin. Give me the sister. Now, I’d break her back.”
    â€œDawg, ole girl can be grimy. I done used her to get under a few niggas that had to be dealt with in the past. For a few dollars and some tokens for her kids to jack off at Chuck E. Cheese, she good to go.” Gee ran down Leela’s colorful, petty, and sometimes treacherous résumé, then followed it up with the 411 on her sibling as Stackz and T. L. listened carefully.
    â€œNow, Ava, she ain’t out there like her sister. Matter of fact, I’m surprised to even see her hanging with her sister and these bums. That bullshit is straight outta character. She usually be in her own lane. Last I know, she was deep off into school and running scripts out of this doctor’s office she work at to finance the shit.”
    â€œShit, you know like I do, any good girl got it in her to turn bad with the right dude whispering in her ear.” T. L. acted as if he knew everything there was to know about every female that ever walked the face of the earth. Eager to please, he was thirsty for blood. “Look, just get me an address. I’ll pay these bitches a visit and make sure they ain’t gon’ be a problem. I’ll do my thang; I’m in and out just like that. I might even let schoolgirl suck my dick,” he vowed with a sinister grin on