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him of anything he had that was valuable.
    Fresh knew that killing Shawn would send a message to not only Bamboo but to the streets also, and everybody knows the streets loved to talk.
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    â€œSorry about that, my moms be bugging sometimes,” Pop said, feeling like a complete idiot, as he stepped inside Nika’s apartment. It didn’t seem to matter what Pop did, his mother always found a way to spoil his day and embarrass him.
    â€œThat’s okay, don’t even worry about it,” Nika said, feeling embarrassed for him. “I didn’t know that was your mother; sorry for cursing at her,” she apologized.
    â€œIt’s all good. I’m about to start looking for a place anyway, ’cause I’m sick of her bullshit, and us in the same house ain’t going to work,” Pop told her honestly.
    â€œSo what’s your plan?” Nika asked with a simple smile that let him know that she didn’t look down on him or judge him for how he was living. She lived in the PJ’s too so she could relate. Every apartment had a different ghetto story behind closed doors.
    â€œWhat you mean?” Pop asked, confused.
    â€œI mean what are you going to do until you find a crib?” Nika asked.
    â€œI don’t know. I guess stay in a hotel,” Pop answered.
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    â€œChill, you wilding. That’s mad money going to waste. You might as well stay here until you find something,” Nika suggested.
    â€œNah, I don’t want to be all up in your space, and all that,” he told her.
    â€œIt’s cool, plus we can get to know each other better,” Nika said, placing her hand on top of his hand.
    â€œYou sure about this?” Pop asked, making sure she was cool with the fact of him staying there.
    â€œYeah, it’s all good, one hand washes the other and both wash the face, you know?” she stated.
    â€œThank you, I really appreciate it,” Pop said gratefully.
    â€œI think you know how you can thank me,” Nika said, looking down at Pop’s crotch, licking her lips.
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    â€œWhat’s wrong? You seem so stressed-out.” Amanda questioned as she gave Fresh an oil massage.
    â€œI want you to move in here with me. I don’t want you in those projects no more,” he said.
    â€œWhy, is something wrong?” Amanda asked curiously.
    â€œNah, I just don’t want you up in there no more,” Fresh lied. “You know how you just get a funny feeling in your gut sometimes.”
    â€œYeah, I know what you mean, boo, plus who would want their beautiful wife up in the PJ’s all day?” Amanda said playfully.
    Fresh knew soon he and Bamboo would more than likely end up going to war. And he didn’t want Amanda getting caught up in no bullshit, and he definitely didn’t want anybody trying to kidnap her, so to play it safe he just wanted Amanda out of harm’s way.
    â€œI think it is time we moved in together anyway,” he told her.
    â€œWhat about Melissa?” Amanda asked.
    â€œLet her keep the place for herself, or she could move in with us if she want,” Fresh said, taking a sip from his bottle of water. “Plus, I’m pretty sure your sister could use the privacy.”
    â€œDamn, I got a lot of shit that needs to be moved,” she said, thinking about all of her valuable belongings.
    â€œLet me worry about that, you just worry about passing your road test next week,” Fresh joked. “How you twenty-three years old and still don’t know how to drive?”
    â€œDon’t worry, I’m going to pass that test with flying colors, shit as bad as I want to drive I’m going to pass that test,” Amanda said confidently as she watched Fresh take off his pants and head for the shower.
    â€œDamn, I love that man,” Amanda said to herself as she watched her man head for the shower.
    When Fresh got out of the shower, he hopped on the bed and