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case he had to pop a bitch in her own community. “Now say something else.”
    Oh shit. This is getting outta hand! Neema jumped in with, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why you tripping like this?”
    He aimed the gun at her. “I’m not playing, boo. You need to shut the hell up, too.”
    â€œNow I know you done lost your ever-loving mind, coming up in here pulling a gun. What’s wrong with you, Topps?” Neema walked up on him, but froze in her tracks when he aimed the gun higher at her head. The bottle of water dropped from her hand.
    â€œYou my boo and all, but don’t get it twisted when it comes to my money, Nee. I’ma find out what the hell is going on up in this mutha.”
    â€œSo what you gonna do, Topps? You gonna shoot me now?” Neema made a wide gesture with her arms. “You gonna shoot the mother of your kids?!” Her hands began to tremble, but her face remained straight. It was hard to put on a brave front with a man so unpredictable. Instinct told her to chill.
    â€œI might have to. You know how this shit goes, baby. You play the game wrong, you lose. Damn, don’t take it so personally. Now…let’s see what’s going on here. You and your little bitch friend here go stand next to the wall and chill while Topps check things out. Know what I’m saying?”
    â€œHell no, I don’t know!” Neema rolled her eyes at him.
    The two women did what they were told, with Neema huffing and puffing and shaking her head about the injustice of it all. She glanced sideways at Kaykay’s hands trembling so badly that she could barely get the cap off of her bottled water.
    â€œGirl, don’t sweat him, he’s going through one of his male PMS moods; that’s all. It’ll be okay. Ain’t that right, Topps?”
    â€œI’m not playing with you, Nee! You need to shut the fuck up!”
    Neema took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She never should have invited Kaykay over for a noontime pick-me-up, knowing how crazy and sneaky Topps could be. He was forever popping up unexpectedly. This was the third or fourth time thatfool had hemmed her up about his product not arriving on time, or money missing. If it wasn’t one thing with him, it was something else. She didn’t see why he was always sweating her when he had plenty of money and product to deal with. Should have been a damn detective or a lawyer. Obviously, the fool had some trust issues. Maybe it was time for a new man.
    It took some time, weighing the package. Tasting the product and eyeing the open box of baking soda, the deal wasn’t hard for Topps to figure out. “Skimming bitches.”
    â€œLook, I need to get going, if you want that package delivered. You know how that traffic can be. We can argue over this shit when I get back.”
    â€œNee, don’t worry about it. I’ll call my client and explain that we had a little delay. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
    â€œSo what now?” Neema challenged, her face frowned up. “You gonna keep us as hostages, like I did something so wrong? Hell, Topps, I gotta pick the kids up from Mama’s house.”
    Topps chuckled at that. In fact, he seemed to relax some. “No. In fact, you know what? I’m not even mad at y’all little party with my shit. It’s cool. Plenty more where that came from. But check this out. Maybe we all need to chill and party together. That would make Topps really happy right about now.” He looked from one face to the other. A wicked smiled tugged at his lips.
    â€œWhat the hell that’s supposed to mean? And why you keep talking like that?” Neema wished she could go get a wine cooler from her refrigerator to mellow out her nerves. She had known all along that Topps was crazy, and not one to be messing with, but damn, she had no idea he’d pull a gun on her.
    â€œLike I said, don’t worry about it.