A time for business and a time for pleasure (JCD)

Ronny was spoiling me. Everyday I had something new. I didn't want for anything and I never complained not even if he stayed out all night.

Most women would be very angry if their man stayed out all night long or even stayed out for days. I wasn't angry at all because even though he might not have come home so that I could see him, when I woke up and opened my eyes there was always five hundred dollars or more laying on my night stand and there was no reason for me to complain at all about anything.

True enough there were days that I missed him but I understood that to have the finer things in life business is business and pleasure is pleasure and you never mix the two.

We hustled strong every day. I hustled the house and he hustled the streets. The police hated him because they could never catch him with anything and they were definitely trying.

We were doing it so big, that when we went out in public people thought that we were royalty because of the entourage that was always surrounding us. We never went anywhere alone. We always went in bundles. I say bundles because there were so many of us that it didn't make any sense. I loved the attention because I was the only girl and it was always at least fifteen people with us at all times. If we went to dinner and a movie we all went to dinner and a movie. We had fun and I definitely can't complain about that.

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From two different sets (JCD)

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Just doin me

I was starting to get popular in the streets but no men would ever say anything bad about me.  If you heard anything bad about me it was from some chick.  The women around the town were really starting to hate me and hate on me but I wasn't tripping.  I wasn't going to change who I was and as long as I was still being able to pay my bills, the hell with what anyone else thought.  All I knew was that I wanted to be free.  I just wanted to do whatever it was that I wanted to do and that's what I did.

I had met this guy about a week after Kevin's party his name was Damarcus.  Damarcus was tall, built, and had the prettiest black skin that you would ever see in your life.  He was a thug and he wasn't ashamed to let people know that he was a thug.  I really didn't want to mess with any thugs but this was not about finding a relationship, this was about the money.  As long as he was willing to up that cash I was willing to mess with him anytime he called me.

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Set your house on fire

I called Derrick and asked him where he was at, he said that he was at the store and he was on his way home.  I asked him who was staying at the house with him and he told me that no one was staying with him.  Now I felt like he was trying to tell me that my eyes were playing tricks on me.

Before I said anything crazy, I hung up but I knew that I was going to get all the evidence that I needed.  I called Kinni, after I hung up the phone with Derrick, and told her what I had seen and what was going on.  Kinni told me to calm down but to call her if I needed any help burying the body.

Later on that night I walked over to Derrick's to get all the evidence that I needed.  I seen the same woman that came over earlier that day pull up in the driveway, unlock the door and go in.  This made me very angry because he never offered to give me a key to his spot.  I waited for hours and watched before I went back to the house.  I was so angry that I called Kinni and told her that it was time, and then I hung up.  Kinni kept calling me but I would not answer the phone.  I changed clothes and put on all black and walked to the gas station to buy a gas can and some gas.

Derrick lived down the street from the gas station.  When I got back over to the house I noticed that all the lights were out except for the TV upstairs.  I made sure that no one was coming down the street or watching.

I started pouring gasoline all around his house.  It was really dark, I could barely see but I knew that it was enough gasoline to  go around the entire house.  After I got finished, I knew that it was only going to take one strike and the whole house was going to go up with hopefully everyone in it.

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