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thought as his fingers wrapped around the short
grip of the gun. She had to have a man or she
wasn't happy. His fingers tightened. He wasn't in
love with Too Cute, and he didn't even care if
she slept with the other Crips now and then. But
Big Willie wasn't a Crip. The fat bastard was a
Blood. And Jimmy Two Blades couldn't let some
fat-ass Blood go dippin' his wick in the Cfips'
private stock and expect to keep face on the
streets.
The angry gangster stuck his wrist into the light
far enough to read his watch: 12:25. Big Willie
should be coming along any second now, on his
way to meet the man he thought was going to be
his new big-time crack connection.
Dumb bastard. A phone call was all it had
taken.
Footsteps sounded down the block. He jumped
back instinctively, farther into the doorway, then
leaned cautiously forward, peering around the
comer. What he saw made him smile.
Dressed in tom blue jeans, a red-and-black-
plaid flannel shirt buttoned at the throat and a red

bandanna wrapped around his sweating forehead,
Big Willie swaggered his way along the sidewalk
like some fat cock in a barnyard. He danced as
he walked, his shoulders jerking to the rhythm of
whatever rap song it was emanating from his lips.
Jimmy waited until Big Willie was three steps
from the doorway before stepping out of the dark-
ness onto the sidewalk, the gun held in front of
him, eye level.
"Hey," he said softly.
Big Willie stopped in his tracks like a spot-
lighted deer. He opened his mouth as if to speak,
but no words came out.
"Yo' dick been goin' places it had no business
bein'?" Jimmy asked.
Big Willie didn't answer.
"I asked you a question!" Jimmy screamed.
"You been havin' fun with my 'ho'?"
"You got it wrong, Jimmy Two Blades," Big
Willie said, the sweat around the red headband
now streaking down his doughy face. "You got
to understand, bro'--"
"I ain't yo' bro', and I don't got to understand
nothin' !" Jimmy said. He took a step closer and
fired the gun point-blank into Big Willie's face,
moving back as the Blood crumpled to a heap on