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I screamed and covered the scattered bills with my sweaty, half-naked body. “This is Gutta’s shit!” I shrieked and flattened myself out like a pancake as Punchie tried to slide his hands between me and the floor and snatch up as many bills as he could. “This all I got!” I fought hard as hell tryna protect the last of my dough. “Get the fuck outta here, nigga! Y’all already stole me!”
    Truly, I didn’t have no wins over big Punchie Collins. That nigga stood up and grabbed me by my ankle, then dragged my ass across the room caveman style.
    â€œPunchie, nooo !” I shrieked into the floor as he stomped back over toward the bed and headed for the scattered greenbacks on the floor. “Asshole I’m tellin’ you that’s Gutta’s money! That nigga’s coming home in a minute, and when I tell him you stole on him he’s gonna fuck you up !”
    â€œNah.” That fool laughed, and I could hear him scooping up my last few hundred-dollar bills off the floor. “Gutta’s gonna fuck you up, Mink. Neither one of y’all don’t deserve this stash no fuckin’ way. Gutta shoulda known not to trust a sexy little liar like you, and you shoulda known not to fuck over a G like me.” He flicked off the light coming from his phone and once again the room was pitch black. “Yeah, fuck Gutta,” Punchie said and cracked up laughing. “That nigga been in the joint lickin’ balls for a whole year. He bring his ass out here making any noise and I’ma make him lick minez.”
    â€œPunchie.” I sat up in the darkness and begged in a soft voice. “Please don’t do me like this.” Closing my eyes, I leaned against the wall and pulled my knees up to my chest. I pressed my fingers to my temple, and even though I wasn’t bleeding no more my head was still bangin’ like a mutha.
    â€œLook, that’s my last bit of money, Punchie. My last . And if I don’t have at least a lil sumthin’ waiting for Gutta that fool is gonna kill me. For real. I’ll tear you off something better than money, okay? Fuck it. I’ll give you something you really, really want. Something you been wanting for a long, long time. Just gimme my fuckin’ money back, Punchie. Gimme my money back and I’ll let you eat my pussy out, okay? Okay? OKAY?”
    Punchie didn’t even answer. And when I opened my eyes and saw the white curtain flapping in the window, I knew why.
    That nigga had dipped. And he’d taken every dime of my money with him.
    I sat there trembling and defeated. I had been caught up in some pretty fucked-up misadventures in my life, but this shit right here was about to bake the cake. I wished like hell I could put my life on rewind. If I coulda, I woulda took back every dime I had thrown away on senseless bullshit since me and Bunni had brought our happy asses back home from Texas. If I coulda, I woulda hit all those hot nightclubs and fancy designer stores, and gave back all the stupid clothes, fancy jewelry, expensive liquor, and designer drugs that I had blown my once-in-a-lifetime hundred-thousand-dollar inheritance on!
    Hell yeah! If only I coulda, I most definitely woulda!
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    Once again my ass was damn near broke.
    Gutta was gonna be back on the streets real soon, and I had sat up racking my brain all night wondering exactly how that maniac was gonna serve me. I had thought about hiding out at my conniving grandmother’s house, or with one of my crazy aunts who lived in the projects, but I didn’t trust none of them trifling LaRues to look out for me. Shit, they had never liked me anyway, and all Gutta had to do was toss a twenty-dollar bill up in the air and every last one of them woulda squealed on my ass before the money could hit the ground. And that went for Granny’s scandalous ass too.
    Fear was gnawing at me all down in my bones, and it kept me frozen like a cockroach