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just shot. She took a deep breath and figured that the safest thing for her to do was just grab that pistol and try to take out everybody in the damn house.
     
    5 remained calm. “Baby, there’s no need to sweat. Your secret is fine with me. Besides… you showed me which team you were really riding for when you killed your home girl. You know… that night I was curious about you all, so I followed you to the hotel. Then I followed you a little more when I saw that you and them had split up. That’s how I met you at the store that day; it was on purpose. Haha … I hope this doesn’t frighten you, but I was absolutely captivated by your presence and beauty. I don’t care about the bullshit. If you really want to be down with somebody, then you should be down with a nigga like me. Shit… I’m the realest nigga alive who’s still walking these streets, and I don’t know how long I have left to walk them.”
     
    5 held his hands out palms up, gesturing for Treasure to come and embrace him. She stared into his eyes looking for deceit of any type, and when she could find none, she began to search his face for authenticity. She smiled. There was no denying his realness, because it was written all across his face from his left ear to the right one.
     
    She gently enclosed herself in his embrace. And so it began.
     

 

     

     

     

     

     

     
    Section 2
     

Milan
     

     
    Milan was facing the death penalty, and a minimum mandatory sentence of life in federal prison. She had been locked up for 6 months already, and was going crazy every day thinking about how she would have to cope with doing life in confinement. All of the drugs had escaped her system, and she was left with a sober mind that didn’t feel too friendly. Her cellmate was a girl who had been locked up for selling fake IDs at the Department of Motor Vehicles. Her name was Vicky, and she had an extremely vibrant personality.
     
    “Milan, I’m telling you girl! I was getting money selling those fake IDs! One day I had three pimps come in there and buy $3,000 worth of IDs. I was getting rich off of that hustle. You should try it one day!”
     
    Milan had never told her what she was in for, but she was sick of her thinking that she was balling with her few thousand dollars a week hustle. As far as Milan was concerned, Vicky should have just gone to college and obtained a job that would pay the amounts of money she was talking about. She was sick of her running her mouth.
     
    “Vicky! Do you know what the fuck I’m in prison for?” Milan said with an attitude.
     
    Vicky had never heard Milan yell before, so it startled her quite a bit when she did. She sat up in her bunk bed and tuned in to Milan so she could hear what she had to say. For someone who barely speaks, to start talking… this had to be something epic.
     
    “Bitch, I was with a group of bitches getting real money, ho! I’m talking about hitting a lick for $700,000 and it only took us 5 minutes to get that! I’m talking real shit bitch. A million dollars in a night was nothing to us. We went after whatever we wanted, and made sure we did whatever it took to get it! That’s what kind of shit we were on. We weren’t on no dumb and stupid shit!”
     
    The room got silent as Vicky sat there thinking about everything that Milan had just told her. Vicky was sitting there trying to picture how her life would be if she could do one job and come back with a million dollars in one night. She smiled and grinned at the thought of it, because a thought like that had never entered her mind before, and it probably wasn’t going to happen again. Nevertheless… she was curious.
     
    “A million dollars in one night? Got damnit Milan! Bitch you made more in one night than I made in my entire hustling career. Maybe you’re right… I was out committing the dumb and stupid crimes. I wasted my time.” Vicky said sadly as she reached under her pillow and re-read the federal indictment