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THURSDAY AFTERNOON

“Everybody here?”I asked, looking around.

“Yep,” a few chimed in.

“It’s no secret that Prospect Keyes lost his place.”

A few chuckles, mumbles, and snide comments went around the room.

“His ass couldn’t hack it. Better now than later down the road,” Road Rage, my treasurer, piped up. He’d earned his name not because of his animosity against other drivers but because of the fury and road rage he incited in others with his lunatic behavior when he was on the road.

“What belongs to me belongs to me. I don’t fuck with your shit, and you don’t fuck with mine. I’d like to think I’m a pretty tolerant muthafucka.”

Some murmurs of agreement went up.

“I’ve explained the rules more than once, and I ain’t got time for that shit. I can be a patient muthafucka until you cross me up. With that being said, Cheekz is my only ho for now.”

Everybody murmured. Cheekz sidled up to me, wrapped her arms around me, and smiled. She knew that she would never be my old lady because I didn’t believe in that shit. Several of mymen had settled down with one old lady, but they still fucked the hos. I didn’t believe in that shit. If I ever settled down, and I wouldn’t because I didn’t trust bitches, I wouldn’t be fucking nobody else except for my woman.

“Delite is officially community property as of today. She can fuck who she wants to fuck and suck who she wants to suck. Ain’t got shit to do with me no more.”

Hoots, cheers, whistles, and catcalls went up shrilly in the room. Some of the other sweet butts laughed, commented, or made sounds of disbelief.

“What? Priest, I told you?—”

“I’on give a fuck what you said. You only had one rule, and you fucked it up. You don’t get no second chances from me when it comes to my pussy,” I replied.

“Seriously?” she asked.

“If you ain’t in agreement with that shit, it’s cool. But get your bags and get the fuck on. You ain’t gotta go, but if you stay, then know that you’re just like the other sweet butts. You will get the respect and protection that you deserve as a woman and a human being, but you ain’t getting no special rights,” I explained.

Delite’s eyes lowered briefly. A couple of the sweet butts came up to her and took her hand. She looked at Cheekz briefly, who blew her a kiss and smirked at her before she stepped away with the other girls.

“Stop that shit,” I commanded Cheekz. “Trust me, I will be looking for her replacement soon.”

“With one of these bitches?” Cheekz asked.

“Nah.”

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, Cheekz had gotten the big head and would need to be replaced too.

“Get out of here for a minute. I need to talk to the men,” I stated, slapping her on her bare ass. Her short denim shorts barely covered the top portion of her ass cheeks, which was how she got her name. She kept them on display at all times because she knew I loved that shit.

I waited until she and the other sweet butts left before I spoke up.

“What’s up, Prez?” Ox asked. That big ass nigga fit his name, but he’d earned it because of his love of oxtails.

“Lyon’s got some news for us,” I answered and crossed my arms over my midsection before I turned to the big, hairy guy beside me.

“We were supposed to meet up with Christopher Morgan at one this afternoon to get our guns or our money. He never showed up. I tried calling him, and I got no response.”

I raked my thumb over my chin before pulling my fingers through my thick beard. It was time for another trim because that shit had grown out of control.

“Look, he knew what the risk was if his ass didn’t show. Since he couldn’t be bothered to show up, then we’ll take the party to his ass,” I stated.

“At his house?” Jagged asked.

“Hell, yeah,” Sunny, my VP, agreed.

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