Q-man corrected. “You’re not understanding my point,” Carmella chuckled. “If you deal with me, you will get your cocaine at a lower rate given my connections, but if you feel that you can outdo me here in Saint Louis? We will have to tool up and go to war because this city belongs to me and my girls.” Toodie and Phoebe, along with the rest of the females in the crew, all pulled out nickel-plated .9mm Beretta handguns with infrared beams and went and stood behind Carmella. “Go to war, huh?” Q-man said as he looked back at his boys. “They some bad bitches, fellas,” he remarked as his three goons nodded in agreement. Q-man and his squad were strapped too, but Carmella had the ups. He never had intentions on waging a war because he knew if he got in good with Toodie’s connect, he and his boys would move up a notch in the game. “Put your iron away and let’s talk,” Q-man requested. “I prefer for us to hold on to them while we talk,” Carmella replied as she spit on the ground.
