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metallic eagle bullshit on the front of his tee or overembellished designs on the pockets of his jeans. He was young and fine, with that hip-hop swagger but grown-man style. The combo was good. Damn good.
    I squinted my eyes as I watched him. Something was nipping at me. Add some dreads and was this . . .
    I eased from the light and lowered the passenger window as I slowed down to turn the corner behind him. “Has?” I called out, taking a chance.
    He made a face as he stopped to bend down to look inside my car. “I know you?” he asked, his voice deep with that East Coast inflection.
    I stopped the car in the middle of the street and put it in park before I climbed out and smoothed my dress over my hips as I made my way around the car and up on the sidewalk. His eyes took me all in as Goldie’s words about him came back to me.
    “I just know that nigga can do a serious fuckdown. He walk like he gotta keep his thighs open ’cause his dick swinging. You know? One of them dangerous dicks.”
    Just what I needed to get back at Make$ and Goldie.
    “You ’bout to rob me?” Has asked, smiling and showing white, even teeth.
    The dumb bitch didn’t go for that dangerous dick but she fucked my little-dick man. And yes, the dick was little. I didn’t give a fuck before. But now? Humph. Hey, love glossed over shit, and hate kept everything real as hell.
    “I saw you in the club with Goldie,” I said, putting my full flirt on. “Y’all friends?”
    Has’s face got hard like the mention of her name pissed him off. “Nah, not really,” he said.
    I nodded, letting my eyes take him all in. Letting my pain guide my actions. I extended my hand to him. “I’m Luscious,” I said. “Goldie mentioned you before. I wanted to meet you and introduce myself and bask in all this fineness you got going on.”
    His licked his lips as he looked down at me, his broad shoulders shadowing me from the street light above. “So you and Goldie friends?” he asked, reaching in his back pocket to pull out a prerolled blunt.
    I licked my lips and watched as he lit it and took a big toke. “She was,” I said, stepping up to cup my hands over his mouth and then press my mouth to the other ends of my hands, making a tunnel.
    His sexy slanted eyes locked with my brown eyes as he followed my lead and blew a stream of thick smoke into my hands for me to inhale into my lungs. I winked at him before I tilted my head and blew the stream of smoke up to the night sky in a rush.
    His eyes were locked on my mouth as he pressed the blunt back between his lips. “What happened with you and Goldie?” he asked.
    I licked my lips as I took the blunt from him, careful not to burn my acrylic tips. “I walked in the bathroom a few minutes ago and caught her fucking my man,” I said, all easy and shit like that shit wasn’t totally fucked up. Like it didn’t wreck my world and shatter my heart. Like I wasn’t ready to crawl into my bed and cry like a hungry baby.
    “Word?” he asked, his eyes filled with surprise.
    I nodded before I walked back over to my car. I searched the case for the CD I was looking for and slid it into the player. Soon the sound of “Motivation” filled the air. Thankfully there was nothing but abandoned houses and the parked cars of all the partygoers in there kissing Goldie’s ass. All hail the queen. What the fuck ever. Tricky bitch.
    I smoked the blunt as I pulled from my stripper moves and danced under the circle of light created in the darkness by the streetlight. That scandalous bitch actually taught me that a woman didn’t have to be naked to be sexy. It was all in the moves and the eye contact. Make that man feel like he is the only one who exists.
    Has posted up against the building, pressing the sole of one of his black Jordans against the brick as he tilted his head to the side and watched me. Close. “So what’s this all about . . . Luscious?” he asked.
    Betrayal. Heartache. Revenge.
    I just shrugged as I