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biggest dude walking slightly behind him. Trevon sized the big dude up.
    Swagga paced boldly up to Trevon then stopped. Damn, this nigga big as fuck!
    Swagga began to doubt if Yaffa could handle Trevon if a fight broke out.
    “What’s up?” Trevon said in a challenging tone. He had to shout over the loud music.
    “That’s what I’m tryin’ to find out.” Swagga gestured wildly with his arms.
    Trevon smiled. “Y’all must got me mixed up with somebody else because—”
    “You fuckin’ Kandi?” Swagga blurted. “You Trevon Harrison, right?”
    How this clown ass nigga know me? I bet he’s one of Kandi’s niggas. This is drama that I don’t need. Trevon knew that a simple assault charge would send his black ass back to prison. He had to control his anger. If a fight broke out, he knew it would not be a one on one. He kept his eyes on the group. The tension was growing. Trevon began to feel the edginess that sped up his temper when shit was about to pop off. Out the gate, he would try to break the first niggas jaw that broke bad. His ego and pride would not allow him to back down.
    “Swagga!” Kandi shouted, shouldering through his crew. She placed the two glasses on a table, then confronted Swagga. “What the fuck you all up in Trevon’s grill for!”
    “His bitch ass can’t talk, so I guess a bitch gotta talk for ‘im!” Swagga shouted.
    “Nigga, you is so playin’ yourself!” she shouted.
    “Hold up,” Trevon said, gently moving Kandi aside.
    “No, Trevon!” She tried to stay in front of him, but he was too strong.
    Swagga took a step back.
    “Repeat what you just said.” Trevon’s focus was on Swagga. His upper lip began to twitch. At his sides, his beefy hands curled into fists as he moved his weight to the front of his feet. He was ready to fuck some shit up.
    Yaffa pulled Swagga back, then took up his position in front of Trevon. “We all gonna chill right now,” Yaffa stated with his eyes challenging Trevon. The commotion had gained everyone’s attention, including three guards who quickly intervened.
    Kandi glared at Swagga as he strolled away heading for the front door. Dumb ass nigga! I hate his black ass! She lowered her head, rubbing her temple as the crowd of nosey onlookers went back to minding their business.
    Trevon sat down with a flat expression on his face. Kandi sat down beside him.
    “Let’s go outside so we can talk,” she said over a song by Waka Flocka Flame.
    “I’m good,” he said, looking away from her.
    Kandi placed her hand on his wrist. “Please. Just let me explain what’s going on. Come on.” She pulled him to his feet.
    Kandi took him outside by the pool. They found a secluded area by the diving board. A light breeze pushed at Kandi’s hair. On this night the starless sky left the moon solo. Kandi looked across the green landscaped lawn toward the dark water reflecting broken images of the moon.
    “Look,” he began. “All I want to do is get on my feet and make money. I’m not trying to go back to prison for no bullshit! I don’t know who that nigga was and I don’t give a fuck, so—”
    “Just let me explain—okay?” She turned toward him, hoping he would listen.
    Trevon could not be mad at her. Why would a girl so fine be doing porn? I know she can have any nigga she wants. Shit is crazy!
    “I’m listening.” He crossed his arms.
    “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
    “How recent?”
    “I broke up with him two months ago.”
    “And he still trippin’?” Hell, I don’t blame the nigga!
    “He’s just stupid.”
    “Who were those clowns with him? He important or something?”
    “The big guy with the beard is his bodyguard, Yaffa. The others are just a bunch of lame ass followers.”
    “Bodyguard? What is he? A professional shit talker?”
    Kandi laughed. “He’s a rapper. I can’t believe you never heard of him. He came out six years ago. He’s the one that made that song ‘Trapped Up.’”
    “I heard that song, but I ain’t