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carrying is not the only piece of steel you walk with.” Chris stated as she gave him a flirtation grin.
    “You ain’t never lied, but that one is damn sure more dangerous.” Red shot back. They spent a few minutes throwing slick comments back and forth as the chemistry between them began to heighten.
     After a few more rounds, they began to see how they could benefit one another. Instead of beefing, they decided they could get more money if they were on the same team. The more Chris talked about the potential money they could get off niggas in the A, the more sense it made to him.
    Needless to say, they decided to join forces and get money together. Being in the robbing game had both of them leery of the other and initially trust was damn near nonexistent. Chris proved her his loyalty to him one night a few weeks after their conversation when she’d pumped two hot ones into a mark who had gotten the ups on Red during a caper. Red became grateful and they wound up becoming tighter than a nun’s pussy! Business was booming, not to mention their criminal relationship was taken to another level and the sex between the two was off the Richter scale! Red had a real live “Ride or Collide.” bitch in his corner with some snappin’ sugar walls to match. What more could a nigga ask for?
    “Let’s go,” Chris’s voice snapped Red out of his thoughts and brought him back to the present.
    “Yeah, let’s bounce,” Red replied. He set his drink on the bar and exited Club Pleasers with Chris at his side. Red felt totally relaxed as they stepped out into the night air. For Red, strip clubs had become his therapy when he was stressed. He had frequented every strip club in Atlanta at least once since moving there. He had also been to the hottest strip club in Chicago once just to see if it was really owned by Justice, the bitch he knew was responsible for his cousin J.T.’s death. Indeed Justice was definitely the owner. He had sat in the back of the club, incognito. He wanted to make sure that bitch suffered the same death she had made J.T. suffer, but he was just biding his time. He couldn’t get over the fact that his first attempt to get at the bitch when he had first followed her to Chicago was interrupted by the Feds. He had been followed and was arrested on armed robbery charges. Although he had to spend a year in the county, he ended up beating the charges because J.T. and Cross, his cousins and co-defendants were both dead and the victims weren’t cooperating.
    Red and Chris stepped into the Hummer and were ready to pull out of Pleasers’ parking lot when Chris told him to wait a minute. Red looked up from the steering wheel and saw an Indian-looking girl approaching the truck. He looked over at Chris who was rolling a blunt and he asked, “Who is this?”
    “Our toy for tonight. Open the door and let her in,” Chris replied as she kissed Red on the lips.
    Red’s eyes widened with excitement. That is why he fucked with Chris, she knew when to get down to business and she knew when it was time to fuck around. And with this fine beauty that sauntered in the truck like a diva who owned the place, Red knew he was in for a fun-filled night. Red’s dick got brick as he watched the Pocohontas-looking chick climb into the backseat. Chris reached across the seat and released his thickness, freeing it from the confines of his jeans. Red looked back and could see the Pocohontas chick licking her lips lustfully.
    “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to trade places with my girl here.” Red was cocky—he knew that they weren’t going to be able to pull off before something popped up. Red quickly glanced outside and he was happy with the height of his truck off the ground. If the chick controlled his stick while he was driving the stick, they could be going places.
    “You gonna give me a reason to come up there?” The chick said arrogantly. Without thinking, Red slipped his hand into his front