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was about an hour from the hotel he was staying at. He had twenty bricks of cocaine stuffed in hidden compartments in his bumper and in a dummy gas tank under the car. He was going to make it snow in Flint. He had a plug from his old cellmate on some unstepped-on cocaine out of B-more and took advantage of it. He went back and forth from B-more to Flint at least twice a month. Loon usually rode with him, but he made an exception this time, since he wanted to make Nautica feel good after he’d fucked her up.
    Zion bobbed his head to Rick Ross and felt his phone vibrate on his hip. “Yo’,” he answered.
    “What’s good, family?’” Loon said.
    “Ain’t nothing. Got them thangs on deck though. It’s fishscale too,” Zion said, referring to the bricks of cocaine he’d just copped. Most hustlers called pure cocaine fishscale because of the shiny flakes in the powder that resembled the scales of a fish.
    “Word?”
    “Yes, indeed. Yo, did you take care of that business for me?”
    “No doubt. I took care of that this morning. Caught the nigga at the crib slipping. He was all laid up with a little broad. He didn’t even see the shit coming. I hit him while shorty was in the shower.”
    “Good job, young’un. You hit the bitch too, right?”
    “Naw, didn’t have to. I went the ski mask way. And, plus, she was in shower and didn’t hear a thing. I was in and out. Feel me?”
    “You know I taught you better than that, young’un. No witnesses. If you going to half-step, you in the wrong business. Shoulda hit her too, Loon. But, anyway, I will be home tomorrow evening. We will talk then. One.”
    “A’ight. One.”
    Zion smiled, knowing that Quaye was forever ’sleep. He hated that Quaye pushed up on his woman, so he had his killer take care of that problem immediately. Quaye’s death would be like a trophy for him to show the hood—Don’t fuck with Zion’s property. Even though Quaye was dead, the thought of him coming at Nautica still got him angry.
    Nautica hauled all of the bags from her mini-shopping spree into the room and noticed that Zion hadn’t made it back yet. She took a deep breath and dropped the bags on the floor. She flopped down on the bed, her mind racing. The only thing she could think about was all of the money she’d seen in Zion’s bag earlier that day. She’d created so many different scenarios in her head to rob him, and none of them seemed flawless .
    I should just have a nigga run up in his shit. I know exactly where he keeps his money at his house. Naw, I can’t do that. He keeps that crazy-ass Loon with him twenty-four seven. That nigga is like his personal watchdog. I’ma have to come up with something . Whatever she did, she knew she had to do it soon because she wasn’t going to stay around much longer.
    Nautica felt her stomach began to turn flips and she cringed at the pain. The doctor had told her to expect bad cramps after the abortion, and that’s exactly what happened. “God, it hurts,” she murmured as she curled up into fetal position and wrapped both of her arms around her stomach. Just then she heard Zion open the door.
    Zion was still upset from thinking about how friendly Nautica was with Quaye and wanted to make her feel some pain. He’d planned on having anal sex with her for the first time, to get her back for grinding on the guy from club.
    Nautica quickly sat up and tried to hide the pain. “Hey, baby.”
    Jealous thoughts on his mind, he said nothing as he dropped his pants and walked toward her .
    I just took care of him earlier . Nautica quickly got tense and nervous. Not knowing what to do, she said the first thing that came to her mind. “I can’t, baby. I came on earlier today.”
    Zion knew that Nautica had an abortion earlier that week. He thought she was cheating, so he had Loon follow her. When Loon broke the news that she went to the abortion clinic on Flushing Road, Zion was furious. He didn’t know if Nautica was pregnant by another