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I’m not talkin’ ’bout your statement about being CEO of this organization and how you built it. I understand all that, ’cause it’s true. But when you questioned my loyalty, I felt disrespected.”
    â€œWell, look at it from where we stand. How would you feel if you had to find out from another nigga that I was doing something that could tear down this plan we got going?”
    â€œTo tell you the truth, Mike. I don’t give a fuck what another nigga says,” he fearlessly announced while staring him directly in his eyes.
    Michael sighed before speaking. “Now you’re putting your feelings in it, Sam. Look at what you’re doing. Five hundred thousand, Sam? A half a mil’ that could be sitting in them briefcases is uptown in somebody else’s hands. That ain’t no play money. Any nigga that got half a mil’ to play with is a rich muthafucka. The last time I checked we ain’t rich. We’re just living comfortable.”
    â€œYeah, that’s the other reason I called you out here.”
    â€œWhat are you getting at? Spit it out.”
    â€œWell, I was thinking, man. All I got is myself. I ain’t got no wife and kids and all that responsibility shit. I ain’t got no degree in marketing. All I know is these streets, and this is where I wanna be, out here in the jungle with my kind. For real, Mike, I ain’t tryna quit. I wanna be a multi-millionaire. Fuck two or three million. I want two hundred million. I wanna be that rich muthafucka you talkin’ ’bout that can afford to gamble half a mil’ whenever he wants. I don’t want nobody holding my stash. I wanna hold my own stash.”
    Michael nodded. “I ain’t got no problem with that. We only got a couple months left to do this shit, though. Right now, we working with 3.6 mil’ plus the hundred forty Gerald got.”
    â€œYou mean to tell me that he only got a hundred forty thousand and you still making him a partner? Then in a couple of months he walks away with an easy meal ticket?” The very idea made Sam’s insides burn with jealous anger.
    â€œWhen we first started, you only had thirty-five thousand to my hundred thousand. And did I piss a bitch ’bout that?” Michael cocked his head and narrowed his brows.
    â€œNah, but I’ve known you all my life. We’ve been best friends since elementary school. You’ve only known this nigga for seven years in the joint.”
    â€œTen years, Sam. Get it right. We still kept in touch when I got out, and on top of that, he was a part of this when I first put it together in the joint. Technically, he was a partner long before you. Shit, he helped me build this shit. At least I owe him that much.” Michael didn’t understand why bringing Gerald in as a partner bothered Sam so much.
    Sam just looked out into the jungle. “Well, I’m not quitting. You and that nigga can do whatcha want. But me, I’m hustling for life. This is all I know, and all I need you to do for me is call Frank and tell him that after you quit, I’m a still be copping from him. Can you do that? At least you owe me that much respect.”
    â€œI’ve always respected you, and I do respect your decision, although I think it’s a bad move for you. Plus, Big Luke is ’bout to come back on the scene anyway.”
    â€œMan, fuck Big Luke! Luke got enough money to last a lifetime. Me, on the other hand, in all reality I’m broke compared to him.”
    â€œYeah, but a nigga can be comfortable with what you got.”
    â€œMaybe. But for some reason, I don’t feel comfortable.”
    â€œAll right then. I’ll call Frank later on today and talk to him for you.”
    â€œGood then.”
    â€œFor right now, everything is still on schedule. But after these couple months pass, we can split. Then you can do your own thing. Agreed?”
    â€œAgreed,” Sam