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Tarsha let the warm water cascade down her brown skin and sighed. She lingered in the shower trying to collect her thoughts. Wacka was still injured and useless, and his situation wasn’t changing soon. She had to strip to make money to support her son. Even though the money was sometimes good, she wanted more of it. She wanted the finer things in life, and she was used to getting it from Wacka. He’d taken care of her, now she was taking care of him, and it was a strange feeling.

Her time in the shower spawned an epiphany. She let the soap rinse away and then stepped out of the shower and toweled off.

After finishing in the bathroom, Tarsha went into her bedroom to put on something decent. She opened the curtain and rays of sunshine touched her face.

Her son was sleeping on the bed, and Wacka was sleeping on the couch. Lately, that’s all he’d been doing—sleeping. The last thing Tarsha wanted to see was her baby’s father withering away slowly and dying.

She kicked the couch and stirred him awake. “Nigga, wake up. We need to talk,” she said to him.

He picked himself up from the couch and looked at her. Damn, that fire he had in his eyes, it was burnt out—extinguished! He needed to get it back, and she felt she had a way. There was a way to get back at Maxine, and it would make them rich.

“Let me get a cigarette,” he said.

Wacka sat on the couch, slouching. The doctors were working on getting him some prosthetic fingers. It was expensive, but he needed some dexterity in his hand again. He needed to grip a gun—being handicapped wasn’t an option.

Tarsha gave him a cigarette and he needed help to light it. He did his best. He took a few pulls and sat back. “What you wanna talk about?”

“This bitch Maxine,” she said.

Tarsha wanted to know everything about Maxine. She wanted to blackmail that bitch. If everything Wacka told her was true, then they had an advantage.

Wacka knew quite a bit about Maxine. He had information that stood between her and her fiancé, Scott. Her life was perfect now, because Scott made it perfect. But what if a little birdie suddenly told him something he would want to know about the death of his kids and who the real culprit behind it all was? It would destroy Maxine. It would ruin her life. But Wacka had to be careful too. Even though Maxine gave the order, Wacka was still the one who pulled the trigger and killed those kids. Also, Maxine was a conniving bitch with a lot to lose, so it would be easier to have Wacka killed than to shut him up.

“We just need to be careful wit’ this bitch,” Tarsha said. “She’s smart, and we need to be smarter. We need to find a way to get to her.”

Wacka needed to be feared by Maxine and everyone else. If the streets knew that Wacka was weak and injured, there would be no mercy for him, and his power would be nil.

“I’m ready to do whatever—fuck that bitch,” Wacka grumbled. “I’ll find a way.”

Tarsha saw that fire in his eyes again. This was the nigga she loved and got pregnant by. It just took that one spark of a plan, and there he was, looking like a pit bull ready to be released from its leash.

“Now that’s my nigga,” she said.

Wacka knew that Maxine was capable of anything. If this psycho bitch had him kill her fiancé’s kids for revenge and caused a car accident to escape from him, there was no telling what else she was capable of if backed into a corner and threatened. So they had to expect the unexpected when dealing with an evil like Maxine. They could trust nothing this ho would tell them.

Tarsha stared at Wacka with empathy and said to him, “I don’t want you dying out there.”

Wacka looked at her and replied, “I’m good, Tarsha. Best believe that. We gonna hunt that bitch down and do what we need to do—kill that bitch and get paid too.”

She smiled. It was somewhat turning her on to see him speak that thug shit and get things popping again. She kissed him and he returned her kiss. She undid his pants and removed her clothes and quickly straddled his lap on the couch, facing him and feeling his hard erection sinking inside of her. They both moaned, as she bounced up and down on his dick, her knees sinking into the cushion and her body pressed against his.

“Fuck me!” she cooed.

He teased her nipples with his lips and tongue and she moaned.

She arched her back, placed her hands on his knees, closed her eyes, and relished the moment between them. It felt good to have Wacka somewhat back. When he made her come, she gripped him tightly, and she knew that she loved Wacka.