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           The streets had a code and even though I respected that code, I had to do what I had to do. When Trikk killed my brother, I went rogue. I knew that going after Trikk would put my own boss in a world of trouble but I had to do it. My actions would probably cause a new street war but I had no choice. Trikk ran the eastside and my boss, Murda, ran the westside. They had a truce but that shit had been shaky for a minute. So, I spent weeks planning on how to avenge my baby brother’s murder. All of that planning went to waste when I learned something unknown about Trikk.

                                                   Me (Sloan)

           “Close the fuckin’ door,” I said to Trikk’s trick. I could tell he was still in shock from me being in the dressing room with my pistol aimed at him. He closed the door and I quickly told him, “Put your hands on the wall.”

           “What is this about?” he asked. “Who sent you here?”

           “Nigga, either put your hands on the wall or I’m gonna have to splatter your brains all over this mothafucka!”

           “Okay, okay.” He put his hands on the wall and looked at me without saying anything.

                                                      Cass

           “Is anybody else comin’ back here?”

           “Not right now. But the club is about to close so…”

           “A’ight, shut up. You need to get dressed and come with me.”

           “Who are you?”

           “I’m the nigga with the gun. You don’t need to know more right now. Get dressed.”

           I stood there and watched him change out of his stripper outfit, if it can even be called that. Once he was dressed and had his stuff ready to leave, I put a towel over my wrist to hide my pistol and pressed it to his back so that he would know not to try anything. I was prepared to kill his ass if I had to. Lucky for him, we made it out of the club without anyone noticing anything. We made our way across the street to the parking garage where I’d parked my Dodge Charger. I unlocked the doors with my alarm remote and made him get in.

           “Are you gonna kill me?” he asked before I could start the car.

           “No,” I answered. “Not if you do exactly what I need you to do.” I started the car and asked him, “Does anyone live with you in your apartment on Ridgeview Street?”

           “How do you know where I live?”

           I laughed a little and admitted, “I know everything about you, Cassius Talbert. Everything.”

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