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    Beforehand, none of us knew how much money was in Ray’s secret room. Now that Honey’s uncles were the only ones who knew, I suspected that they wouldn’t be honest about the numbers, and fuck me. So in a sense, I was getting double fucked right now.
    I stood and looked at the one who claimed that all we did was pretend and show him where the money was. “Pretend?” I said near tears. “Nigga, you were the one pretending, not me.” I snatched off my shirt, causing the buttons to pop off and hit the floor. I displayed the numerous bruises on my chest, and pointed to a small stab mark that was visible on my side. “Does this shit look like I’ve been pretending? I’ve been getting my ass beat for almost ten fucking years! I have endured more goddamn pain and suffering than anybody you may ever know. What that nigga Ray did to me is worth every fucking penny that you all got out of that room and then some. So don’t come up in here with no bullshit! Wrong bitch, wrong time!”
    â€œI hear you, Miss Lady, but . . .”
    I used my shirt to wipe the caked-on makeup from my face. Then I removed my jeans and stood in my panties, just so they could see the numerous bruises on my legs, where I’d been kicked over and over again. I had to be clear about this shit, and make them understand that I was having none of this shit.
    â€œSo, let’s get back to this lack of work that I’ve done. I’ve been fucked in my ass and raped repeatedly, by a nigga who once told me he loved me. There have been times when my whole goddamn body has been covered with these bruises from head to toe, and if you look in my mouth, you will definitely find several missing teeth. My muthafucking daughters have been neglected and subjected to all of this bullshit, so please do not come up in here trying to fuck me, no more than I have already been fucked! Honey told y’all niggas that y’all were entitled to thirty percent of whatever was found. Seventy percent ain’t happening, and neither is sixty, fifty, or forty. Thirty percent is what was offered and y’all are the ones who have to take that shit or leave it.”
    They all looked at each other and sat silent for a few minutes. One of the uncles finally spoke up. “I get what you’re saying, and I’m sorry that you went through all that shit, but with it being three of us, we can’t take no less than forty percent.”
    I got straight to the point and wasn’t budging. “Thirty percent averages out to ten percent each. Figure out a way to make it work.” Niggas were always trying to get over. Not this time, hell no.
    â€œFine,” one uncle said. “Thirty it is. I don’t know how we’re going to break all this dope down seventy/thirty, but I’m sure we’ll figure out a way to do it. As for the money, there was roughly $1.6 million in that room. We’ll make sure that you get yo’ cut by tonight.”
    I looked at Honey who was shaking his head. “Naw, Uncle James, that ain’t true,” he said. “I used that machine and counted that money almost every single day. I know exactly how much was in there. It was $2,000,435. The change he had was shy fifteen cents of five thousand dollars. Y’all took the change too, didn’t y’all?”
    All I could do was smile. Honey had a bright-ass future ahead of him, and I’m sure he already knew it. All his uncles could do was sit there, look at each other, and contemplate a plan B.
    â€œLet’s settle this,” I said. “If not, I’m gon’ walk out that door right now and go tell Ray what actually happened to his money. All that’s going to get me is another severe ass kicking. Something that I’ve gotten used to over time, so I’m pretty much numb to the shit right now. As for you niggas, well, I can’t really say. But I will say that if the news about