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both as to say, “What in the fuck should we do now?”
    â€œHurry up and go upstairs to my sister’s place, just in case. There’s a door in the basement that connects our flats to each other. We never lock the door ’cause we always up and down all the time,” Leela explained to the man responsible for killing Devin and injuring both Rank and Mickey. But like she’d told Gee, fuck the police. She wasn’t a rat and didn’t assist rats, either. Let them earn them blood money paychecks.
    â€œGo, bro, we got this.” Gee motioned with his hand like a nigga would do when they trying to make his boy move fast to avoid getting caught by the police.
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    Following Leela’s directions how to get upstairs, Stackz made it to Ava’s after going down one flight, then up another. He entered through her kitchen slowly as not wanting to startle her. The on parole murderer had no intentions on Ava clowning like Leela had when she saw him and possibly draw the police upstairs. He’d first have to assure her he meant her no harm. How he would accomplish that, Stackz didn’t know. In his head, as he navigated himself through her crib as quietly as possible, he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. On a side note, he noticed she had a clean, well-kept house; the total opposite of her sister’s spot, which looked and smelled like a low-rate cathouse. How his brother Gee banged that bottom-feeder Leela was beyond his grasp.
    Stackz couldn’t ignore this place smelled so fresh and clean. She had good taste in furniture, nice pictures on the walls, a flat-screen television in her front room, and clean carpet throughout the house. Stackz was impressed, to say the least, not expecting Ava to have it going on like she did. Still moving with caution, he heard music playing low down the hallway that he soon discovered led to two bedrooms and a bathroom. Getting closer toward the rear of the house, he heard running water coming out of the bathroom and a strong mist of steam. Suddenly, the sound of running water stopped.
    Stackz stopped as well. Standing dead still against the hallway wall next to the bathroom and the partially opened door, Stackz peeked inside. He saw Ava rubbing a towel over her caramel, wet, well put together body. Normally a boss where the females were concerned, Stackz had to catch his breath. Quickly ducking back up against the wall, shocked and aroused, Stackz’s dick got hard seeing flashes of Ava in his mind from the restaurant, fast-forwarding up until now. He thought he was kinda attracted to her the night before, but he knew now for certain.
    Ava was lost in her own world as well, listening to the music that way playing on the radio. Opening the bathroom door, she was unaware of Stackz’s presence in the hallway. For all Ava believed, she was alone in her home; carefree with no worries. However, that was about to change.
    Out of nowhere, a strong force grabbed her around her waist, yanking her backward. A hand covered her mouth and before she knew it, she was lifted off her feet. Terrified to death, she attempted to scream and resist, yet it did her no good. She was overpowered by her mystery attacker. As Ava’s eyes bucked, a voice with a warm breath whispered into her ear, “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

CHAPTER EIGHT
    â€œWho in the hell beating on my fucking shit like they dun lost their goddamn mind?” Leela roared, yelling through the closed door.
    â€œThe Detroit Police Department,” one officer loudly replied from the front porch, gun in hand.
    Gee sat calmly down on the tattered sofa, but not before brushing a few random crumbs off of it. Holding a small wad of cash in his hands, he nodded his head. “Welp, you up, bitch. Earn your fee,” he sideline coached Leela like she was next in a pickup basketball game at a city court. Leela rolled her eyes at him. When she said she hated the police,