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I was about to call and cuss him out when Raven called.

“I'm here,” she said as soon as I answered. “Where are you? I'm by the door.”

I got back outta my car and walked up on the sidewalk to the entrance to see Raven standing there.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I shook my head as we walked inside. “Nah, I'm not.”

Once we were greeted and led to the table, we ordered drinks, and I turned to Raven.

“So, while I was outside waitin’ on you. I was smokin’. Tell me why I saw Rosama across the street.”

Raven's eyes got wide. “Who?”

I sucked my teeth. “The nigga that ran into me, with the different color eyes.”

Raven's eyes got big again. “He got different-colored eyes, like a pit bull?”

I laughed so hard I almost screamed in them people's restaurant.

“Girl, shut the fuck up.”

Raven was still laughing. “And his name is what again?”

“Rosama,” I repeated.

She shook her head. “We are gonna call him Pitbull, but anyway, what was he doin'?”

“Looks like he was takin’ some bitch out. He was grabbin’ her ass, and she was smilin’ hard as hell.”

Raven shook her head. “Niggas ain’t shit.”

“That’s not what got me fucked up. What got me fucked up is that the nigga called me earlier plannin’ a date and shit. I know he don’t owe me anything, but I'm not into a playin’ ass nigga.

“I feel that, so what are you gonna do? Are you gonna go on a date with him?”

“Girl…I’ma waste my time as he wasted mine. I don’t know what the fuck he thought this was. I had a feelin’ I would have to watch him.”

Chapter 5

Rosama

It had been a few days since I talked to Nylah, but she’d been stuck in a nigga’s head the whole time, and that shit wasn’t like me. I don’t sit around thinking about no female longer than it takes me to hit ‘em up, fuck ‘em, and send them back where they came from. And don’t get me wrong, I was still doing that but something bout the way she checked me the whole conversation and didn’t fold once had my mind going back to her at random times in the middle of me doing shit that had nothing to do with her.

I was gonna lock in with her on Friday, but in the meantime, I had business to take care of in Brooklyn like always.

I made money a few different ways in my city, which kept me in motion. I had to head out to East New York to meet with my nigga Jose. He was my connect with guns and had been for the last four years. Ever since I linked up with him through my people, I was the nigga the streets came to if they wanted something without a trace.

I pulled up to our normal meeting spot, and he was already there, sitting on the hood of his car. I killed my engine and hopped out.

“You late, nigga,” he said as I walked ova to him, dapping him up.

“You know how shit goes, traffic through the city.”

He nodded. “Word. I got some big shit for you.”

Jose hopped off the hood of his car, and we walked around to his truck. He unlocked it, and it was full of automatic guns. The nigga had Glock 18s, Mac-10s, and AR-15s. And my nigga had the extended clips to go with each one.