It was my blood that ran through their veins, and every single thing that they learned, they had learned it from the head bitch in charge. There wasn’t a game that they could play that I hadn’t already played. There wasn’t a nigga they could fuck or suck who I didn’t already know about. The fact that they believed I wasn’t paying attention irritated the fuck out of me, and slight cold or not, I was always on top of mine. Like always, whenever I walked into the room where they were, it fell silent. Eyes shifted around. Their heads turned in the other direction. That was always a signal that somebody had something to hide, and since they’d gone clubbing the other night, I suspected there was trouble. I didn’t bother to ask questions, only because I had some other shit that needed my immediate attention. I had to nip this shit in the bud before it got seriously out of hand. It involved Karrine. This bitch was about to be the death of me if I didn’t hurry to get her in check.
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