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heading to the rear of the house. They returned immediately with guns in both hands.
    “We ‘bout to take dese to mark dem,” one son said, holding up one of the H&K MP5 submachine guns.
    “A’ight. Y’all be careful now,” Red warned as they left.
    Pony gave Marcus a raised brow look that said, “See?” Marcus nodded in agreement, knowing he’d have to find an easier lick.
    “If y’all got some mo’ of dese, holla,” Red said as he escorted the men to the door. “Laptops too!” he added.
    “That’s what’s up,” Pony said over his shoulder as they exited the house.
    * * *
     
    “Man, I was ‘bout to get dat nigga,” Marcus proclaimed once they were back in the car.
    “Nigga, you was about to get us kilt,” Pony corrected.
    “Man, what y’all talking about?” Big Zo asked, having missed the unspoken exchange back in the house.
    “This crazy fool wanna rob Red,” Pony said.
    “Now that’s what’s up! Did you see that bankroll?” Big Zo exclaimed.
    “This nigga scared though,” Marcus said, hooking his thumb over at Pony beside him.
    “Whatever, but I ain’t robbin’ Red or nobody else,” Pony spat back emphatically.
    * * *
     
    A freak show was going full blast when the trio arrived at P.I.G.’s. As they walked in, their attention immediately went to the action on the floor, where two men were vigorously humping each end of a well-built young woman. She had large breasts that complemented her hard stomach and her round ass. Her shoulder-length hair was in disarray from the pounding she was taking. When their gaze finally made it to her face, they could see something was off about the girl, who was in her late teens at best. She had the slanted eyes of someone impaired with Down’s Syndrome, and she appeared oblivious to what the men were doing to her. Even when the man in front pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated in her face, she barely blinked. The blank expression she wore on her face didn’t change, no matter what they did.
    “Y’all want some of this?” P.I.G. asked jovially when he noticed Marcus and company.
    “Naw, we cool,” Marcus said, wishing he had time for a quick romp. But he hadn’t had a blast all day, and it was first things first.
    “You sure? She do anything! She retarded, and I just bought her,” he added.
    “Just let us get an onion so we can push,” Pony said bluntly. He was sickened at the sight of the helpless girl being abused.
    Earl was taken aback by the tone but understood. He knew his boss was a sick dude, but this was a new low—even for The Notorious P.I.G. “Gimme a stack. I’ll hook it up,” Earl said, feeling him.
    Pony had to get Marcus’s attention to get the money.
    Marcus handed it over and focused back on the action.
    Earl was back in a flash with the dope. “I threw you an extra eight ball,” he whispered as he handed the package to Pony. Earl made sure to stress the point that the hookup was on the strength of him.
    “Y’all staying here?” Pony asked curtly as he exited the open door.
    Marcus and Alonzo pried themselves away from the show and followed him out.
    “That’s who the fuck we need to rob,” Pony fumed once they were back in the car.
    “No you’re talking!” Marcus exclaimed. “That’s what’s up.”

CHAPTER 9
     
    T iffany paced her small room like a tiger in a cage, deep in thought and pondering where her next hit was coming from. “I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.” She cursed herself. In a brief moment of clarity, she’d convinced herself to pay her bills on payday instead of buying dope. Now she didn’t have a dime to spend on getting high. The full tank of gas and paid receipts were no consolation. She wanted to get high.
    Her days of snorting were behind her once she smoked that first primo at the hotel. She’d chipped away at the few grams she’d taken from Marcus until they were depleted entirely. She loved the intense high that smoking gave her. A few sizzling pulls from a