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continue to run this shit like it’s supposed to be run. You are a very important piece to all of this shit, but if you keep on I won’t hesitate to replace your ass. Nothin’ and no one will stop be from becoming one of the richest niggas that the streets of Oklahoma City has ever seen. So get with it, Tippi, or get to fuckin’ steppin’. Real talk. This will be our last time speaking on this shit. Do you hear me?”
    â€œYeah, I hear yo’ ass. But before we dead this, I got to know one thing.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œHow long have you known about Mondo?”
    He laughed and said, “Now you know damn well the King can’t give up privileged information like that. I can’t have my number one involved with anyone without havin’ a full check made. Don’t worry, though. I know that nigga is a square and knows nothin’ ’bout you or what pops off with us. That’s why I fell back and let you have your li’l boy toy. I won’t front; that shit fucked me up at first. The love is real, Tip, so to say that I don’t be gettin’ jealous when you’re with that nigga would be a straight lie. I accept it because of everything we’ve been through but, more importantly, this fuckin’ money. Like I’ve promised you over and over, once we get this money and got mad cash stashed, I’m gon’ take you somewhere and make crazy love to your sexy ass for days and days.”
    â€œMake love? Sexy? Where are those words comin’ from, King?”
    He touched his heart and said, “From right here, girl, you know damn well I love your wild ass.”
    Tippi felt herself about to become emotional and she didn’t want to show the man she loved more than anything in this world that side of her. Not yet anyway. She regained her composure quickly and asked, “So what’s up with this Keko shit you was gon’ get at me with?”
    King gave her a replay of the events that took place the night before on Thirty-ninth Street. Afterward he said, “It’s been a minute since I had to murk a nigga. That shit was wild.”
    Tippi grinned devilishly and said, “Gets the old juices flowin’ though, huh? Nigga, you know you a killa, just like me. Don’t let the money blind you to what you really are.”
    â€œNah, I know what it is and I know what it’s gon’ be. I’ll do whatever for the sake of this money. You already know ain’t nothin’ soft ’bout the King.”
    Tippi laughed and said, “G’on wit’ that shit, nigga! Look, Cuddy and Boleg wants to holla at you about opening a spot out in Midwest City. They say they been checkin’ it out for a minute now and they feel it’ll be profitable.”
    â€œWho’s goin’ to run their side of the north while they’re out in Midwest City gettin’ this shit jumped off?”
    Tippi shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you’ll find all of that out when you holla at them niggas.”
    â€œCall them fools and tell them I said to meet us at Keko’s spot on the northwest side.” While Tippi was doing as she was told, King was thinking about the profits that would come from opening a trap out in Midwest City. Unchartered territory. Yeah, more money. The more the better.
    * * *
    Keko, Cuddy, Boleg, Tippi, and King were all seated in the back room of Keko’s main trap over on Northwest Twenty-seventh Street. King smiled as he listened to Boleg and Cuddy as they told him their plans for Midwest City.
    â€œMy mans out that way tells me that it’s all lovely. Them Midwest City niggas hate havin’ to drive all of the way into the city to get work. It would be a plus for them to be able to have us on deck like that. Less risks for everybody,” Boleg said as he fired up a Black & Mild cigar.
    â€œYeah, plus them niggas be lovin’ that water out that way. Them fools some straight