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I let Lucky’s call go straight to voicemail.

My nerves were already fucked up for what I was doing but I had to protect myself and my damn son.

My mama used to tell Merci and me about karma swinging back around and I can now say, I was starting to see she was telling the truth.

I thought this situation was dead. It was over ten years later, and it was hitting me in the face.

Back then I was only a child and didn’t have a clue what the fuck I was doing.

I parked my car at the nasty ass hotel that I used to be at.

Next to me in the passenger seat was over one hundred grand in cash and I don’t know how many bricks.

If this wasn’t enough to get this buried, then I was willing to die.

I was far from being a dope girl, but I would watch Lucky go down to the basement several times a week to know something was down there.

At first, I didn’t want to know why then I started being nosy.

That’s how I found out about the money in the walls and dope in the floor.

An all-black Yukon pulled up on the side of me.

Every part of my body began to sweat. I thought this muthafucka was dead.

Here he was stepping out of the Yukon like he didn’t take seven shots all those years ago.

I didn’t even unlock my car to let him in.

Slipping my phone in my bra, I shut my car off and stepped out too.

We needed the space between us just in case he wanted to pop off.

“Long time no see.”

“Ain’t no need to be friendly. We know the only reason you reappearing is to fuck up my life but I want to offer you something so you can leave me the fuck alone.”

“Offer me something? Nothing can fix what the fuck you done to me. I trusted you with my life and you left me for dead.”

“We were fucking kids, nigga. We both did dumb ass shit back then. What the fuck do you want from me all these years later? I thought you were dead. How did you fucking find me?”

“You wanted me to be dead, I bet. Was it worth it?”

“I don’t have time to talk. I have a hundred grand and some bricks to make this shit even. You can flip it however you want as long as you leave me alone.”

“Blessyn you can’t think some bricks and money gon’ take away the bullet holes and scars, my nigga. I came here today to kill you or walk into the police department and tell them people the muthafuckin’ truth.”

“Tell the truth and I’ll tell all the shit you did too.”

He slammed his gun right on the hood of my car, cracking a piece of my panoramic roof that Lucky had just got fixed.

That’s not all I’m going to do if you don’t come up with a better fuckin’ solution than some bricks.”

“Can I reach in the car and get it without you trying to kill me?”

“Go ‘head but I’m shootin’ if I feel like you tryin’ some fuck shit.”

I reached in and grabbed both bags so I could show him how pure the dope was. He could break that bitch down however he wanted. My phone started ringing so I tried to ignore it but I knew if I kept ignoring Lucky, he was going to send someone to find me.

“Can I answer this? It’s my son’s father.” He waved his gun for me to answer.

“Where the fuck you at and why you can’t answer the phone? I know you ain’t at your mama house ‘cause I’m here,” Lucky barked in the phone.

“I’m on my way home.”

“Bless don’t fucking play with me right now. Where are you? I told you to stay with your mama.”

“I stayed with my mama. What's up with all the questions?”

“Nothing! You better beat me home. It’s too much shit going on and I need you home.”

“Aight.”

“So, tomboy ass Blessyn got a nigga and a baby. Word ‘round the hood is you was with Khi dick in the booty ass and had a baby with him. Let me guess, he dead ‘cause of you too. You gotta be a grimy bitch to get your baby daddy and son killed.”

“I’m a lotta of shit but I would never kill my fucking child. Now are you going to pull the trigger or check the bag? I see you driving in a rental and all but from the looks of you, you could really use that money and dope.”

He finally put his gun away and snatched the bag off of the roof of my car.

I could see him thumbing through the cash.

His nails were dirty, and his clothes were too.

He wasn’t fooling me, and I wasn’t afraid for my life anymore when he stepped out of that truck.

Joel was a fucking addicting. The scars on his arms told on him.

“All of this is mine? You not setting me up again?” He looked over at me.

“I never set you up. What do you think was going to happen to you if you robbed dope boys for a living?”

“You can deny this shit all you want but we both know what happened that night. Them niggas knew I was coming and how I was coming. Only one could’ve told them was you. We not going to discuss it. I believe this will settle the shit between us for now.”

“Joel ain’t no for now. Either this is it or handle your business. I don’t ever wanna hear ‘bout this shit again.”

“We are good. This shit set me straight for a good minute. Who the nigga you fuckin’ with got you riding so good?”

“You a jack boy. Fuck I look like telling you who I fuck with. Don’t put all that shit up your nose. It’s pure and it’ll kill you. Make sure to take your ass back where you were with that dope.”

Obviously, I didn’t beat Lucky home. I don’t know how I was going to hold on to my lie but I didn’t want him to know that I took from him to handle an issue that happened so long ago.

“Why didn’t you grab the baby if you were at your mama house?” He asked as soon as I walked in the door.

“I…I went to get some fresh air.”

“I’m not ‘bout to play with you so I’mma cut straight to the point. Did you take my dope out of the floor in the basement? Nobody is able to get in my house and no one knows where my shit at.”

“No.”

“You know if I find out that you’re lying, we can’t come back from this shit. If you into something you need to let me know so I can help. Stealing from me and my brother ain’t gon’ help you.”

“My dope is different, and it’s wrapped different than any other nigga’s. As soon as it hit the streets a muthafucka gon’ let me know. This your last chance to tell me the truth ‘bout the dope.”

“I don’t know what you talking about.”

“What about the money?”

“I’m not about to do this shit with you. You can leave and take that suspicious shit with you.”

“I do a lot around this muthafucka and everybody wanna lie, cheat, and steal from me. I’m doing shit to keep everyone out of jail and alive and nobody gives a fuck.”

Lucky leaned up against the wall and stared at me.

I planned on going to my grave with this.

If Lucky had any clue that I set niggas back in the day, he wouldn’t fuck with me anymore for sure.

As long as Joel was happy and took his ass somewhere outside the city, I was good.

I had too much stress right now between the shop getting burned down and Joel popping his ass up, I didn’t have time to have Lucky pissed with me too.

Joel and I were friends from school. He was the neighborhood jack boy that stole drugs, jewelry, and anything he could get his hands on.

He would always get his hair cut and tell me stories about his experiences.

The tragic night that he said I left him for dead did not go down like he thought it did.

On a few of his jobs, he would use me for a quick decoy because dope boys were suckers for young girls.

That night, I wasn’t a distraction. I had forgot all about his hit for that night and ended up walking to the store that night.

I’ll never forget coming out that store and telling the stranger to get down as I ducked behind a car.

Joel was a one-man army and wasn’t expecting the dude to have so many shooters with him.

One of them same niggas was Khi. I can see why Joel was pissed off with me but I didn’t switch sides with him.

I knew that one day my karma was going to come after me for even helping him a few times.

“You good? You acting a lil’ shaky.”

Yeah, I’m good.”

I was far from good. Shit was going so bad for me and all I can do is try to fix this shit from this point on.

If I can take Lucky’s focus off the drugs, we’ll be fine.

He wasn’t going to let the shit go though, because he was already on the phone with Perc telling him to let the streets know he shit was stolen.

He didn’t know when to leave shit alone.