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bedroom.
    Inside the plain eggshell-colored bedroom, Hubert led them to a hidden safe, pushing a piece of furniture back. He pulled back the carpet from the wall, and revealed his hidden compartment. Hubert then looked up at his captors. He glanced at Big Red gripping River strongly by her arm. She still had the bedsheet wrapped around her. He felt fear and anger. This was his night to be with River and these two goons fucked it all up for him.
    â€œNiggah, you stupid . . . open the muthafucka!” Big Red shouted.
    â€œAyyite, man . . . let me think of the combination,” Hubert replied.
    â€œNiggah, you got three minutes,” Twinkie threatened, pressing the 9-mm against his temple.
    Under the pressure, Hubert began spinning the correct numbers to his safe, and shortly after, opened it, revealing the contents.
    Eyes quickly lit up with excitement and greed. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. That money,” Big Red proclaimed.
    He and Twinkie peered into the safe, seeing the stacks of hundred-dollar bills piled up on each other. Twinkie pointed his gun at Hubert, keeping a keen eye on him while Big Red began emptying the safe into a black garbage bag he pulled from his back pocket.
    â€œDon’t fuckin’ try anything.” Twinkie sternly warned.
    Within a minute, the safe was completely empty, and Hubert felt like crying. They had jacked him for twenty G’s. After they had everything, Big Red looked over at River, stepped up to her and boldly gripped her in his arms and forced his tongue into her mouth while Hubert helplessly watched.
    â€œNiggah, get the fuck off me—you don’t know me!” River spat, looking disgusted.
    â€œYo, c’mon . . . chill, that’s my girl. . . . Y’all already got my money,” Hubert whimpered.
    â€œShut the fuck up!” Red shot back, aiming his gun between Hubert’s eyes. “She too fly for you anyway, niggah.”
    Red looked over at River, and then said, “Fuck that, she coming wit’ us.”
    â€œWhat?” River argued.
    â€œYeah, this cornball niggah don’t deserve you. Get dressed, bitch,” Red ordered.
    â€œFuck you!” River spat.
    â€œWhat? Say it again,” Red said, pointing the gun at River. River stared at Red, uttering not a single word. “Thought so, bitch. Now get dressed. We rollin’ out.”
    â€œC’mon, man, that’s my girl. Wrhy y’all takin’ her—” Before Hubertcould say anything else, Twinkie hit him upside the head with his gun, knocking him out cold on the floor.
    â€œBitching ass, niggah!”
    River quickly got dressed and followed Twinkie and Red outside to their rusty Pontiac parked around the corner. She had no remorse for Hubert. He was a cornball, a wannabe—and the way he’d bitched back there, River had to smile. Hubert was so dumb that he probably didn’t have a clue she’d set him up.
    Before Twinkie could pull out in the Pontiac, River quickly smacked Big Red across his head, yelling, “What the fuck was that back there?”
    â€œWhaaaatt?” Red exclaimed.
    â€œThat kiss . . . callin’ me a bitch . . .”
    â€œI had to make it look real, right? The niggah fell for it,” Red said, smiling and gloating that he actually got to shove his tongue down River’s mouth and get that close to her.
    â€œWell, next time, it’s hands off. Fuck I look like to you, some cheap ho?”
    â€œAyyite, my bad, ma.”
    Twinkie smiled, throwing the Pontiac in drive and pulling away from the block. Between the three of them, they had twenty grand to split, and that was over six grand apiece.

7
    â€œI cant’t wait to tear that pussy up,”
Bamboo exclaimed, gazing at Starr and closing the room door.
    He grabbed Starr by her thick hips and stared into her hypnotic dark eyes with hunger. He was tall, towering over Starr