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yo’ ass in here while I finish getting ready.” Jewels stuck her head in the hallway. She wanted to make sure Sassy didn’t start floating through her place and stumble across Rome.
    â€œHow much that shit cost?” Sassy asked plopping on her bed. “It looks expensive. Plus, I know how you like nice shit,” she added.
    Jewels smiled. Her friend knew her all too well. “Cost me almost four grand,” she replied.
    â€œDaaamn!” Sassy said in her best Ice Cube and Chris Tucker impersonation. Her thick perfectly arched eyebrows rose up. She even added the lean with it from the movie Friday .
    Jewels burst into laughter. She loved Sassy like a sister. She could do no wrong in Jewels’s eyes. Sassy was her road dawg, and they had a bond that no one else would understand. She was what you called a lethal weapon. She was exotic looking, with a big-ass apple-bottom booty and some big-ass double D tits. Shamirah Davis, aka Sassy, was only eighteen but had a mentality far beyond her years. But like the saying went, “Never trust a big butt and a smile.” They had chicks like Sassy in mind when they said that. She also had a cold heart.
    They had both been through a lot in their young lives, but Sassy had been through a little more than Jewels, and it had shaped her into the coldhearted chick she was today. She was originally from the Lou, but after her mother got killed, Sassy was forced to go live with her uncle, his girlfriend, and their six-year-old son in a two-bedroom Section 8 apartment in Gary, Indiana. She was nine at the time. Her uncle’s girlfriend made it perfectly clear that she didn’t really want Sassy there and that Sassy should not ask her for a damn thing. It was evident that her uncle and his girlfriend got high. Her uncle began raping her on her tenth birthday. He used to force her to have sex with him. She was sure that her uncle’s girlfriend knew what was going on and simply didn’t care. Sassy had no one to turn to or tell what was going on with her, so for years she dealt with it. By the time she was twelve, her uncle didn’t have to force her or ask her anymore. She enjoyed having sex. When his guilt finally got the best of him and he stopped sleeping with her, he had already created a little monster.
    Sassy had started planning her revenge and escape the first day her uncle laid a hand on her. Sassy began forcing herself on his son. In a sick way, in her mind it was payback for what her uncle had done to her. He had taken her innocence, so she took his son’s. Then, when the time was right, she decided to blackmail him. She threatened to report him to child welfare services and to tell the cops that he had been molesting and raping her for years. Her uncle wasted no time giving her some hush money. She knew at that very moment what she could get from men and how to get it. She knew that, like her own mother, she would hustle men for life. Her motto was, “The only thing a man is good for is a quick fuck and a quick buck.” With the thousand dollars she got out of him, she purchased a bus ticket and returned to St. Louis. That was when her and Jewels’s paths crossed again—on different terms and under different circumstances.
    The two of them had first met during the time when Jewels had gone to work with her mother back in the day. Their mothers had been close, so it was only right that they would become close as well.
    Jewels’s mother had met Sassy’s mother, Noel, back when she used to run with that crowd. They had turned tricks and done cons and other capers together when they first started out in the game, but then they had gone their separate ways. Five years later, they had reunited one day, when Melody was coming out of a motel out East. Noel had had a child by then, just like Melody. She had also had a drug habit. She was addicted to crack. But the drug didn’t affect her half-black and half-Latino