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into the car behind me. That was when Fish jumped out, shot Mook, and then shot me. The events came to me crystal-clear. It was night time and my daughter was in the back seat. I was petrified.
    “If you want your wife, I suggest you give me my muthafuckin’ dough right now,” Mook said.
    “Mook, get that fuckin’ burner away from my wife,” Marvin warned him.
    “I’m telling you, Blue, he’s going to split her wig. Just give me my dough. You owe me, remember?” Junie spat.
    “I don’t owe you shit, nigga! That was years ago. And here you are pressin’ me about some fuckin’ chump change? Why you pressin’ me about that shit?” Marvin asked his cousin Junie.
    “Stop haggling, Marvin. Just give the nigga the money,” I blurted out, and slid him his burner.
    “Listen to your wife,” Junie said.
    “Babygirl, these pussies ain’t going to shoot nobody, not like I will.” Pow! Marvin shot Junie in the stomach.
    “See. That’s how you do that. I didn’t even have to get out,” Marvin bragged. “Put the car in reverse, babygirl, and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
    As soon as he said that, Fish jumped out of the ride behind us and started waving at us.
    “Hold up, babygirl.” Marvin told me. He then hopped out.
    Fish snatched the gun out of Mook’s hand and put a bullet in his head. I remember the BOOM! making my ears ring. “Pussy muthafucka.” He clenched his teeth as he watched him slump to the ground.
    Marvin started laughing. “Fish, nigga, where did you get these pussy muthafuckas from?”
    He shrugged. “That’s what happens when you send a boy to do a man’s job.” Fish pointed his gun at me and let one off. All I heard was . . . BOOM!
    I could hear, but I couldn’t move. Aisha! My baby! The last thing I remembered was hearing my daughter saying, “Daddy, we can’t leave Mommy.”
    The anguish from all the memories overwhelmed me. I brought my hands to my face and cried. I was excited that I was remembering. But my daughter . . . Marvin left me? My stomach knotted up, and I couldn’t hold back the tears. “He left me!” I screamed out.
    “Kyra!” I heard Rick yell from the front seat. “Are you okay?”
    “He . . .” I felt dizzy, and then everything went black again.
KYRON
    I woke up to my brother and Trae staring in my face. These two pussy muthafuckas were standing at the end of my hospital bed with rocks in their jaws. I was disappointed in both of these niggas. I didn’t know who these muthafuckas were anymore. Mad niggas were telling me that they were all wifed up and shit, crying about gettin’ out of the game. Get out? I reminded those fools that we used to fuck the shit outta New York, raw. It was me who gave their lil’ asses the muthafuckin’ keys to this city. It was me who hooked them up with a connect that set them up for life. It was me who did a bid for these two pussies and got outta prison thinking we were gonna be out here makin’ this paper, and what did I get? Knifed up over some pussy? And did my own brother have my fuckin’ back? Hell, no! Since when was this a part of the game? So what if I fucked Trae’s bitch, he was supposed to take that shit and keep it moving. Niggas, bitches, wives and girlfriends been getting fucked since the game started. Now niggas want to stand by their vows and shit. My only plan was to take back what was mine . . . the streets of New York. Do these muthafuckas think that my plan is supposed to change because they went soft andshit? Or because the Dons are complaining? Fuck my brother! Fuck Trae! And fuck the Dons. Shit, they ain’t the only ones with work around here. I do shit my muthafuckin’ way. I can ride solo. I told both of them to get the fuck away from me. I told them that I was no longer ridin’ with them.
TRAE
    I was glad when Kay got on the elevator and left me to do me. He knows that this shit between me and Kyron is not going to end until one of us was dead. We both knew that Kyron had