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but I got your back and that’s on my hood.”
    Swagga slid the towel back over his head. “You ain’t seen shit yet! I know I can put this rap game on smash. Wayne nor Ross can see me word fo’ word off the dome!”
    â€œWhat up with you going in the Backroom on BET?” Rick asked, constantly checking the rearview mirror for anything suspicious.
    â€œHarry ‘pose to be workin’ on it,” Swagga replied, trailing his thumb along the fresh crease of his acid-washed Red Monkey jeans. “Yo, can I trust them other niggas you got working wit’ you?”
    â€œRelax, bruh. All of them are proven.”
    Swagga tried to relax inside the sedan while Rick took the long road home by avoiding I-95 North. They rode in obscurity inside Rick’s BMW, which was needed for today. Running the AC was also needed, even in the month of January.
    â€œI still need a new whip to replace the Ghost,” Swagga reminded Rick when they reached the city limits for Fort Lauderdale.
    â€œYes, still got your eyes on the Panamera?” Rick asked, driving through a green light.
    â€œNah. I think the Aston Martin Rapid look betta—matter of fact. Guess who I saw at the Fontainebleau?” Swagga sat up.
    â€œUm . . . Rihanna?”
    â€œFuck no! She ain’t neva’ hit me back, but anyway I saw that nigga, Martellus. I told you about that.”
    â€œWord?” Rick nodded at hearing the name. Upon taking the job as Swagga’s chief bodyguard, Rick requested a list of names of people that Swagga had beef with or any type of issue. Those names were on Rick’s alert list, and none would ever be within arm’s reach of Swagga, nor would they get on RSVP to any function hosted by Swagga. Rick was aware of all beef that Swagga had, with whom and why.
    â€œWhat is he doing down here?” Rick asked.
    â€œCreepin’ wit’ Kandi, of all people.”
    Rick glanced at Swagga. “Your Kandi?”
    â€œBitch don’t belong to me, but yeah, her. I guess she steppin’ out on Trevon.”
    â€œWant me to see what he’s up to?”
    Swagga cracked his knuckles. “That might be a good move. I know Martellus will do some grimy ass shit, so I ain’t puttin’ shit pass that nigga. What I wanna know is how long he been fuckin’ Kandi?”
    â€œI’ll look into it and make some calls.”
    â€œYou do that,” Swagga said, narrowing his eyes and looking straight ahead. “’Cause if our boy Fritz come through. I might add Martellus to the menu too.”

CHAPTER
    Seven
    Moving Forward
    Back down in Coconut Grove, the dead silence frightened Jurnee for Trevon’s safety. For the last ten minutes she stood anxiously at the locked bedroom door.
    â€œPlease make a sound or something,” she begged, her eyes wet from crying. “I know you’re hurting over this mess Kandi has done, and I swear to you I didn’t know anything about this, Trevon.” She knocked. “Please open the door and talk to me, or just talk to me through the door so I’ll know you’re okay. Trevon, please . . . I’m really getting scared out here, so don’t make me look crazy by calling the police to come kick this door down!” She crossed her arms. “I won’t leave until you open this door or say something. C’mon now, Trevon. Please open the door.” Ignoring the coming pain, she banged six times on the door as hard as she could. “I’m calling the police!” she shouted with new tears welling. Just as she pulled up the 911 icon on her touch screen phone, she heard the lock click. Jurnee froze with her heart jumping. Calming herself, she reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door, taking things in. She stepped inside the bedroom and found Trevon sitting at the foot of the bed with his head down.
    â€œWhy do you care?” he asked, looking up at her with hurt showing on his