“You all right?” Tiaz asked her.
“Ummhuh.” She nodded, passing him back the Loud.
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Look,” he started, mashing out what was left of the swisher. “I know this is outta yo’ element, so if you wanna…”
“No!” she spat sharply, slamming her fist down on the table, rattling the glass ashtray. “I’m in. We’re doing this for Threat. I wanna see that mothafucka Don Juan lying belly up!”
“And I’m gon’ make that happen, all I need is yo’ help. You the only one I can trust right now. You all I got. This nigga’z paper’d up. He feeds our hood, so them boyz ain’t f*****g with me, ‘cause they not tryna have they plug sever ties.”
“I got cho back.”
“And I got cho front.” They dapped up. “Hey, you got any liquor here? I could use a drink!”
“I should have some Remy VSOP in the
