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can’t get Keesha to do it with me. That snitching-ass bitch, she can’t hold water. She’d be the first one running to tell Manolo, to try to get a bitch in trouble so that she can take my place. You know I can’t trust her ass.” Mimi cuddled next to Halleigh and brushed her hair with the back of her hand. “You know you my girl. I need you there. Come on, Halleigh. Just have my back this one time,” Mimi begged.
    Halleigh sighed in frustration. I know if I don’t roll with her, she gon’ do it anyway. I can’t let her go solo. Halleigh knew that Mimi wouldn’t let a dollar slip through her fingers. With or without her, she was going. And if the girls had learned anything, it was to be paired up when hustling.
    A few years ago, one of the dancers at Wild Thangs left with a customer who wanted to do a little more than stick money down her thong. The customer had been buying the girl twenty-dollar drinks all night long. He was dressed in a suit and just appeared to be paid.
    The customer ended up taking her back to his condo, where two more of his dudes were waiting for her. All three men ended up having their way with her for the next four hours. They paid her money, throwing it to her afterwards as if she were less than human. All the things they had her doing, she did out of complete fear because they were so drunk and high and dominating that she was afraid what might happen to her if she refused. But it went without saying that no amount of money was worth it.
    After that incident, Tasha set a house rule that the girls had to work in pairs if they were going to turn tricks outside of the club or hotel atmosphere. And even though Mimi’s hustle wasn’t one of Manolo’s assignments, Halleigh knew she still had to be there for Mimi.
    â€œAll right, girl . . . damn, I’ll do it.” Halleigh sighed. “You know you get on my nerves, don’t you?” Halleigh sat up in the bed, surrendering to Mimi’s pleas.
    â€œThank you, thank you, thank you,” Mimi whispered eagerly as she hugged Halleigh and then got up from the bed. She pulled out a tube of lip gloss and began coating her lips as if she were preparing on the spot.
    â€œWho are these niggas anyway?” Halleigh inquired.
    â€œJamaica Joe and his people,” Mimi said under her breath. She turned toward the full-length mirror and applied another coat of lip gloss.
    â€œJamaica Joe and his people?” Halleigh abruptly got up out of the bed, realizing that this was, in fact, the actual catch. “Hell no, Mimi! Are you out of your mind? Jamaica Joe?” Halleigh began pacing. “Manolo will kill both of us. You know Sweets and Manolo don’t fuck with them North Side niggas. And what if Joe finds out we down with Manolo? That nigga might pop off just because. He might try to use us as ransom or something. I’m sorry, Mimi, but you are on your own with this one.”
    â€œCome on, Hal. You already said yes,” Mimi reminded her.
    â€œBut that’s before I knew who the dudes that hired us were.” Halleigh couldn’t believe that Mimi still expected her to lend a helping hand after dropping Jamaica Joe’s name. Hell, she couldn’t believe Mimi had even given it a second thought. Maybe Manolo had hit her upside her head to hard, because she had definitely lost her marbles. “You done lost your mind. Manolo will have our heads on a platter and you know it.”
    Halleigh wasn’t saying anything that Mimi hadn’t already thought of. She was well aware of the beef between Sweets and Joe. Manolo was down with Sweets, who was Joe’s archenemy, and this scenario was nothing but trouble. If Sweets ever found out that Manolo’s girls were associated with Joe in any kind of way, then he would make Manolo teach them a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget.
    But Mimi was a risk-taker. At the end of the day, she knew that together, they