re-introduce ya’ll to my friend: Peaches; Peaches, Warren and Kyle.” Peaches coyly spoke by waving her hand, “Sup” the boys said in unison. Respect My Mind or I’ll Kill You, Nigga came flowing from Kyle’s cell phone indicating he had a call. He hit the talk button cutting the music short. “Speak,” said Kyle watching Peaches ass as she sashayed to the bedroom with Laddin. “Damn,” Kyle thought. “Sup, nigga, where yall boys be,” Quan spoke in the phone. “At tha spot chillin,” Kyle replied. “I need to holla on some real money, nigga” “Come thru, we’ll be here.” “Bet,” Quan said, ending the call.

Quan was walking thru Laddin’s front door within an hour of his call. He gave Kyle dab before heading over to Warren giving him dab and taking a seat at the dining room table. Quan was a major playa in the dope game. He supplied work to damn near ever nigga on the north side of H-Town. Both Kyle and Warren had been getting work from him for years. “What it do, Q-deezy?” Warren smiled exposing his platinum bottom grill. “Let me get right down to business: awight, you know my nigga Torrance been down like fo flats since we was kids, huh…well dig these blues, word got to me that this fool planning to set me up.” Warren wasn’t surprised he saw the shit coming years back. Torrance was a grimey-ass wanna be gangsta who’d been shining off Quan’s fame. Warren knew it was only a matter of time before he’d wanna walk in his boys’ shoes. “That don’t surprise me Q, I noticed that cat shady ways a long time ago, my nig,” Warren shot back. “So how you wanna handle it, Cuddy?” Kyle asked. “I want that nigga dead…thing is, I don’t want shit comin back on me plus the nigga keep a gang of niggas in his mix, lil young cats he be tryna impress, so you gone have to do a lil planning. “How much you willin to pay?” Warren asked getting to the point on the money blast. “80 thousand” “Let’s do it” Kyle excitingly demonstated pulling out his 9. “Say chill out ole trigga happy ass nigga” Warren said. After giving it some thought they agreed, “We down,” Warren said shaking Quan’s hand. “Get back with me, ASAP,” Quan stated before leaving.

Laddin was in the mirror applying make up while Peaches lie across the bed flipping threw a Vibe magazine. She came to a picture of Beyonce and her father which sent her thoughts to her own dad and how much she missed him. She hadn’t seen him since the night he killed Lamar. Peaches was standing on the porch, crying, talking to a detective when she say the police officer bring Ray out in handcuffs. Although he wasn’t crying, Peaches could see the hurt and pain in his eyes. The officer, an older black man, sympathized with Ray. These young punks never seem to amaze me, I wish one of ‘em would touch my daughter, the cop deliberated as he stopped in front of Peaches letting Ray say goodbye. Peaches threw her arms around Ray’s waist squeezing tightly. “Daddy, I’m sorry…I don’t want you to leave me” she said thru her sobbing, the sight broke Ray’s heart. The situation was out of his hands now. He held back the tears that were sure to fall any minute now. “Hey, big girl, stop crying, everything gone be okay, daddy just need to go downtown to straighten this mess out,” Ray lied. Regardless of the circumstances, Ray knew he had taken a life and there was a chance that he’d do time.