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away two men wearing all-black kick open their front door and enter their apartment.
    â€œI don’t know.” Maxine pulled out her .357. “Let’s go find out.”
    â€œNah,” Gruff said quickly. “Patience.”
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    Maine kicked the front door open and quickly rushed inside the crib, Tone on his heels. The two searched the whole apartment and found it empty.
    â€œFilthy-ass niggas,” Maine said, looking around the apartment.
    In the living room was nothing but a dirty-looking mattress on the floor, the bathroom smelled like shit, and the bedroom looked like an animal lived in it.
    Maine snatched open the fridge and just shook his head in disgust. Inside was a box of baking soda and a light bulb. “Bum-ass nigga!” he said to himself, mad that the house was empty. “You wanna wait for the nigga to come home?”
    â€œFuck outta here!” Tone said, his nose wrinkled up from the foul odor of the apartment. “I ain’t staying in here another second,” he said as he exited the apartment.
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    â€œOh shit.” Gruff smiled. “That’s Tone right there.”
    Maxine stared coldly at the two men exiting their apartment. “Who’s that?”
    â€œThe nigga Big Phil had hired us to kill.” Gruff watched Maine pull out some kind of machine gun and spray up his apartment before fleeing the scene. “At first I wasn’t gonna fill the contract, since I already killed Big Phil, but now we gonna kill these niggas for fun.”
    â€œThe sooner the better,” Maxine added.
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    â€œThat was a nice little message I sent back there, right?” Maine said, glancing over at Tone.
    â€œI guess,” Tone said in a bored tone.
    â€œWhat you mean, you guess?” Maine said, clearly upset.
    â€œI mean, you should’ve waited until you ran into to him to send a message. This clown probably got a million enemies. How’s he gonna know it came from you?”
    â€œGood point,” Maine said as he pulled up in Detective Abraham’s driveway.
    â€œWhy did you bring me here?” Tone asked.
    Maine let the engine die. “Your pops texted me and said he wanted to see both of us.”
    They stepped inside the house and saw Detective Abraham sitting in his usual seat at the kitchen table, having a drink. “How nice of you two to show up,” he said, a smirk on his face.
    â€œWhat’s up, Pops? I heard you wanted to see me.” Tone gave his father a hug.
    â€œYeah. What’s the status with you and that chick?”
    â€œShe’s out of town right now working on that, as we speak,” Tone told his father.
    â€œSo is it a definite?” Detective Abraham asked excitedly.
    â€œWon’t know until she gets back.”
    â€œWhen does she get back?” Detective Abraham asked.
    â€œIn a few days,” Tone answered.
    â€œYou been keeping out of trouble?”
    Tone lied, “Of course, I have.”
    â€œI don’t want you doing nothing, you hear?” Detective Abraham warned. “You out on bail and don’t need no more trouble.”
    â€œMy hands are clean,” Tone said, throwing up his hands in surrender.
    â€œKeep ’em clean,” Detective Abraham said as he turned and headed up the steps. “Y’all can let y’all selves out,” he called down from the top of the steps.
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    Maine pulled up in front of Tone’s house and noticed someone sitting on his doorstep. “Yo, who the fuck is that sitting on ya muthafuckin’ doorstep?”
    â€œI have no idea,” Tone said, squinting his eyes to get a better look. He pulled his .40-cal from his waistband. “I can’t tell who that is from here.”
    Both men hopped out the vehicle, their guns drawn, and approached the man. Tone immediately lowered his gun when he saw that the man sitting on his doorstep ’sleep was his brother