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Tippi. You got to know that I know everything ’bout those around me, especially you. I wouldn’t be the King if I didn’t.”
    â€œAnd?”
    â€œAnd what?”
    â€œYou still ain’t told me what you meant by that question.”
    â€œGirl, stop playin’!”
    â€œI ain’t playin’, nigga, you are!” she stated angrily.
    â€œSince you bein’ all sensitive and thangs this mornin’ I take it that Mondo didn’t break you off properly last night, huh?”
    â€œFuck! You! Nigga!” Tippi yelled and hung up the phone.
    King laughed and shook his head as he turned onto the highway.
    By the time he made it to the block he saw that Tippi was in a real foul mood and that wasn’t cool; someone could get hurt. He quickly stepped over to the trap where Tippi was standing with the tip of one of her sharp stiletto knives pointed directly at a crackhead.
    â€œNigga, I don’t give a damn how much you spent last night. We don’t do credit, so get the fuck on!” Tippi said in a deadly tone.
    Before the crackhead could say something stupid and get himself cut, King stepped in between the two and said, “Come on with that, Tippi. Let him make it. It’s too damn early for this shit.” King saw Tippi’s angry glare and knew that this was going to be one hell of a long morning. He turned his back to her and faced the crackhead. “You need to go on and raise up outta here. Ain’t no credit poppin’ off.” The crackhead turned and left, mumbling about how much money he spent last night and how fucked up it was that they wouldn’t give him any credit. The game was definitely a cold one.
    King turned to Tippi. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
    â€œYou already know the answer to that shit so why the fuck you askin’?”
    Shaking his head from side to side, trying his best to make some kind of sense out of Tippi’s actions, he said, “You on some way out shit this mornin’, Tippi. Come on, let’s take a ride.”
    â€œI’m not tryin’ to be ridin’ with you right now.”
    â€œI didn’t hear myself ask you a gotdamn thang! You ain’t got a fuckin’ choice. Now bring yo’ ass, Tippi!”
    He left her standing there as he walked back toward his car. Tippi let him take about five or six steps before she began to follow him. Once she was inside of the car he said, “Listen, I don’t like the fact that you have to get yours off with a square nigga. Fuck, any nigga for that matter. But it is what it is until our money is so long that that shit won’t matter anymore. There’s only one female other than you who’s ever held my heart and you already know she’s long gone. I’ve told you this shit over and over. I will not mix business with pleasure. I’m not goin’ back to the pen for doin’ some stupid shit that will jeopardize this money. We’re finally in the position to make some serious paper and you’re trippin’ more and more! I won’t let you fuck this up for us, Tippi. I can’t. So you got to get a hold of ya feelings and this jealous shit you be on ’cause that shit is detrimental to all of our goals.”
    Though Tippi was a stone-cold killer, she was putty in King’s hands. Her heart belonged solely to him. “I can’t help it, King. I mean, damn, I’ve been in love with you for years. It seems so fucked up that I can’t even have the dick that I want when I want it! Then to have to accept you goin’ over to that flabby-ass Lawanda’s fucks me up even more. I understand the game plan and I know what’s what. But you’re not feelin’ me and how I feel about this shit. This is like the second time around, King; how much more do I have to take?”
    â€œDon’t do that. Look, I feel you, but you have to put those feelings aside for this money and