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do. He wanted to go to the county jail to visit Baron and inform him of what was going on but he couldn’t. Samad wasn’t an amateur, and A’shai knew that if he showed up to visit his father that Samad’s shooter would be there waiting for him. He wasn’t about to walk into a trap. A’shai had to find Nico and get that money. His life depended on it.

EIGHTEEN

PUSSY WAS THE ONE THING THAT COULD make the sharpest hustler dull and as Nico sat in the strip club making it rain on his favorite dancers, he was the epitome of stupidity. He was lax because he knew that Baron was powerless from where he was sitting, and A’shai was on the run. The way he saw it, there would be no consequences for his actions. Contributing to Willow’s death had been a mistake, but hitting Baron’s safe had been a lovely caper. He had no intention of sticking his uncle until the police arrested Baron. The opportunity had presented itself and Nico was too greedy to let his loyalty override the temptation to come up. He was in the clear, and because he was family he knew that Baron would never suspect him. Being an intricate part of Baron’s operation, Nico wasn’t new to money, but he was a virgin when it came to prestige and power. He wanted respect in the streets and as the dollar bills danced in the air around him he felt it for the first time. What he didn’t realize was that the half-naked chicks in the club didn’t respect him. In their eyes he was a trick. They could tell he was an easy mark because he was too flamboyant. He was eager to flaunt his cash and in many ways the ladies around him were on top of their hustles more than he would ever be. He sat back as he watched the girl on stage as she shook her derrière while he reveled in his newfound status. He had been asking for more responsibility for a long time, but Baron had dismissed him. I’m his fucking blood nephew, and he made me second behind Shai. That’s the only person he saw. Shai wasn’t running the trap by himself, but he took all the credit. Well now I’m taking what’s due to me, Nico thought as he hit the shot of Patron and relaxed in the plush booth. He felt his manhood brick as he watched one the dancers put her thing down on stage. She pulled her thong to the side revealing the prettiest pussy lips he had ever seen, and she bent over, grabbing her ankles as she made her ass cheeks give a round of applause. There was nothing like a bad bitch on a pole to stroke his ego. He knew that he should be lying low and keeping his newfound wealth a secret but splurging in the club made him feel good. As Nico popped bottles of Rose in the club, he and his new crew of young gunners lived it up. He had assembled a few shooters and some new block lieutenants, forming his own squad. What Nico craved was an empire, but he was merely copying what he had seen while working underneath his uncle. The men who had worked for Baron had pledged their allegiance out of loyalty and love. The only larcenous snake that had been around Baron was Nico, everyone else was family. Nico’s organization was newborn. They were wild, reckless, and out for self. They were only ‘yes’ men because Nico was the new money man. They respected the money . . . not the man and the thought of being loyal to anyone other than themselves was a joke. But as Nico balled out, he was blind to it all. He felt like the new king and couldn’t wait to take the game by storm.

“That bitch badder than a mu’fucka,” he commented as he watched the dancer work the pole as if it were a fine art. She had to have a degree in seduction because she was making Nico feel like he was the only man in the room.

Nico’s eyes were low from the effects of the champagne. He was feeling good and a night cap with the beauty in front of him would set the night off. As one of the waitresses passed his booth he put a $50 bill in the air and waved it arrogantly to

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