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yo’ momma won’t put a bullet in ya head; I will.” He winked and stood up from the bed.
    If I didn’t know anything else about Budz, I knew he would kill me and anybody else who tried to cross him in a New York minute.
    â€œYou in or what?’ he looked down at me and asked. “Before you give me your answer, just know once you in you in and ain’t no gettin’ out!” he warned.
    I didn’t know if I liked the sound of that. The thought had me shook because I really didn’t know what I would be getting myself into. I was used to selling twenties and fifties, but Budz’s business consisted of selling weight, and lots of it.
    Budz must have seen the look of uncertainty all over my face. “If you ain’t ready for what I’m offerin’ say you ain’t.”
    â€œWhat are you offerin’?” I inquired.
    â€œMore money and loyalty than you will ever see in ya lifetime,” he answered.
    The thought of having more money than I’d ever had made my pussy wet. But the thought of a nigga, especially Budz, being loyal to me was an offer I couldn’t resist. “I’m in,” I replied.
    Budz sat back down on the bed beside me and looked me in my eyes. “Are you sure?’ he asked.
    I bit down on my bottom lip and slowly shook my head yes. “Yeah, I’m sure,” I replied.
    â€œMy nigga.” He smiled and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. The thought of all the money we were about to make must have had Budz feeling some type of way too because before long, we were rolling around the bed fucking like two wild dogs. I can’t lie; Budz fucked me like I’d never been fucked before. After giving me what I’d been yearning for and trying to get for the longest, Budz got up, and took a shower before going into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him.
    The thought of Budz fucking me and leaving me to lie alone in my own wetness had me feeling like a two dollar ho. Niggas did that to me all the time and I couldn’t care less, but I woulda never thought Budz would. Hell he was starting this loyalty shit off on the wrong foot already.

Chapter 11
    Keepin’ My Eyes on the Prize
    For the next week and a half, Budz schooled me about his business. He introduced me to his whole squad and let them know that I was second in command. I got dirty looks from some of them, but I didn’t care. I guessed they were feeling some type of way because he chose me to be his partner instead of them. He also introduced me to one of his connects, which was surprising. He showed me the proper way to weight the dope and even though I already learned how to cook dope from my momma, he showed me the secret ingredient he used to blow it up with. I thought I knew it all, but Budz taught me shit I didn’t know anything about. I went on all the runs with him and even though sometimes it was scary, I knew Budz would protect me.
    That wasn’t the only thing he put me up on. He told me that if I was gon’ be representing him, I would have to learn how to dress the part. I thought I done all right dressing myself and I loved wearing my singles twist, but Budz thought otherwise. So he took me on a shopping spree and bought me more clothes than I’ve ever had in my life, got my hair laid by one of Chicago’s finest hairstylists, and put me in a new Kia Optima. It wasn’t a Benz or a Lex, but it was mine. I had to promise to go down to the BMV and get my license ASAP so I could start driving legal when we hit runs. Budz was impressed by my transformation and so was I. I thought I was the shit. Budz was right; my life was changing quicker than a blink of an eye and I had no control over it. All I could do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
    Speaking of my life changing, I hadn’t been around Nikki and Sierra much ever since me and Budz started doing business together. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to; Budz just