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back, see how many left.” Hitler smirked, pulling off behind the Milano.
    Joy looked at Minke as he drove the foreign car and leaned back like he was the coolest nigga, in complete control. “So, your boy was just joking, right? My sister hard as they come, because we’ve been through some shit, but she’s been through much more. Take a special type dude to get her attention.”
    â€œShe all right. He like her. They just got to feel each other out,” Minke said. “Now tell me about yourself, Alecia.”
    â€œWhat you wanna know?” she answered softly, wondering what he was trying to pull out of her.
    â€œJust want to know who you are. I’m feeling you. We only talked a little, but I’m looking at you like I’m gonna lock your ass down.” Minke glanced at her.
    Alecia smiled. She was already feeling him. All he could do was enhance the feeling or totally fuck it up—no in-between. She began talking as they hit the interstate, headed to the oceanfront.

CHAPTER 3
    Joy turned the page of her photo album. She smiled at the pictures of her and Minke leaning against the Milano as they stood in front of Dairy Queen. Then she looked at the pictures of Queen and Hitler. After they got past the arguing, they became inseparable, just like Minke and herself.
    Her eyes moved to the dry picture of Sizemo and Malaina. Malaina didn’t feel him. She still had her mind on Wiz, who had brought them to the cookout. Malaina just didn’t want to kill the opportunity for Queen and Joy to get with some real niggas. That was her style, roll with the flow.
    She looked at the next picture that her and Queen had taken a year later at their seventeenth birthday party, where they had a cookout at Wiz’s house.
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    Wiz was from New York also, but he’d been living in Norfolk since he was twelve. His parents had moved from Jamaica, Queens to Norfolk. He always traveled back and forth to New York, and never lost contacts with his roots there. When he got into Norfolk State, he came across some New York cats that were getting it, so he thought he could save a trip, not money. But it wasn’t until he ran into Minke that his hopes came alive. Minke was hustling with a Brooklyn team that had come down from Bed-Stuy and had set up shop and was doing it big.
    Wiz knew Hitler’s man, Sleepy. When Sleepy ran into Wiz, it was over a bitch named Shaqvelle that was going to Norfolk State. Sleepy had fell in love with the pussy, while Wiz was just hitting.
    Sleepy, with the 9mm in his waist, waited outside Shaquelle’s door to confront Wiz. He froze as the familiar face came his way.
    â€œWiz?”
    â€œSleepy?” Wiz asked surprised.
    They hugged.
    â€œYo, you fuckin’ Shaquelle?” Sleepy asked.
    â€œFuckin’ the shit out of her,” Wiz said proudly. “Oh! Shit! That’s you, son?”
    â€œI been fuckin’ with that bitch for about a year,” Sleepy said to Wiz. “I was gonna lay a nigga down tonight. I was feeling this shit.”
    â€œWell, guess what, son? We go way back, and if she was worth shit, I would step back and say go for it. But grab your heart, my nigga. Bitch suck mad dick. Then I twist her ass every way but loose. And it ain’t only me and you.” Wiz smiled. He could see the hurt in Sleepy’s eyes. He knew Sleepy was one of those wild niggas, quiet, low-key, but treacherous.
    â€œI was feeling her, Wiz.”
    â€œSo you go home, son. Get your mind together, get your heart together. Then come back and fuck the shit out her thick ass. Come on, man, let’s go.” As they eased away from the building, Wiz asked, “What the hell you doing in VA?”
    They caught up, and Sleepy introduced him to Minke. Wiz knew how to move, and hustling was his thing. Him and Minke became tight, and money was being made. So when Minke found out that Malaina was feeling Wiz, he was all right with