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7. Trouble

------Ebony Angel---

>>>>>Picture On The Side of Kinzy and Ebony>>>

   As soon as I got home yesterday I fell to my knees in tears. It seemed like every time I got three steps ahead I was knocked ten steps back. I'd be working day and night to get five thousand dollars a week. I'd be lucky if I could get three hundred in a day at the club sometimes. Not to mention I still had to pay my car note and phone bill. At first I thought about selling my car, but then how would I get to work. Next I thought about telling Kollins, but that would get me killed or worse him. Kollins gets so crazy over money, that I'm sure he'd rather go to war than return what he stole and be done with it. Right now I was at home and didn't feel like budging. I just wanted to stay wrapped up in my sheets and continue to worry about how I would fix all this. The last thing I wanted to do was be the next person sitting in Nikko's office with my ass beat, and I couldn't let Jyrell find out about this.

       No one knew I was a setup girl besides my brother and Melanie. I didn't want anyone thinking I was some type of evil, vindictive, bitch. I did it because I was forced into it, but no one would understand that. Especially the people who knew my past with men. No matter what I told them, they'd think that some where deep inside, there was a part of me that wanted to do this to men. That wasn't true though, even though at times I felt some men deserved it, that didn't make it right. Just like I work hark hard for my money, they work hard for theirs. If you ask my brother though, they deserved to be robbed because of their obnoxious spending habits. His idea seemed a bit contradicting though, seeing as every new thing that came out he wanted it. Either way Kollins would be no help, and after getting caught by Poochie, I wasn't robbing anyone ever again.

      I couldn't believe he had found me by total coincidence. Just when I was finishing at CVS, he was coming in and noticed me at the front counter. At least that's what he bragged about when explaining his amazing picture memory. Even when he had fucked up it was all about him. I kind of wished that Nikko would have kept beating his ass. Nikko...

     I pulled the covers more tightly into me as my body shivered, yet I wasn't cold. What was it about him? He was sexy and at the same time, terrifying. I had wanted to be scared but being that close to such an attractive man was more breathtaking than scary. I could never forget those eyes, and I knew automatically he'd been the guy sitting in the car waiting on Jyrell. As soon as I saw him I was more afraid for Jyrell then me. What if they thought Jyrell was trying to set them up or something? I mean Nikko had caught me slipping and knew I hadn't done the job alone. The last thing I needed was Jyrell getting killed because of my secret life style. I'd never forgive myself. Who knows how Jyrell had gotten tied up with the St.Nickolas crew. I thought he slang drugs, but no one really knew what he did.

   For some reason I don't think Nikko is as deadly as he comes off. Some where in those venomous green eyes lies a story. I didn't want to know it though, because I knew it was sad. I couldn't take another sad story if my life depended on it. Mine alone was enough, so for once hearing a good story would be great.

     I jumped in surprise when I heard a knocking on my front door. I didn't know who it was or if I even wanted to get up and answer it. What if it was Nikko? I jumped again when my cell phone started ringing, but sighed in relief when I saw Kinzy's picture on the screen. I slowly got out of bed, still soar from Kollins beating. I could only imagine how bad Melanie's ass looked this morning. "Ebony!" Kinzy continued knocking on the door. It took me a while to get to the door, but finally we came face to face. "What's up girl," I asked before letting her in. She was dressed in a pair of all black tight's and a highlighter aqua blue thermal Nike jacket. "I came to work out. Is the offer still good," she joked before heading to my kitchen.