"You?"

"Yeah, me, mutha fucka. What, you don’t think I can handle mine?"

"It ain’t that I don’t think you can handle your business. I heard some things about you, so I know you can. But you’re with Nick now."

"What that got to do with this?"

"I know you two are partners in your father’s gambling joints."

"And?"

"And I gave my word to Black that I wouldn’t involve him in any of my thing."

"Come on now, Stark, don’t bullshit me. I know Black got his hand in your business."

"You don’t know shit," Stark told her.

Rain didn’t like the way he said it. It was like he didn’t respect her or her position.

"Black don’t have shit to do with my business and I’m not gonna sit here and explain it to you. If you was all that you play it like you are to Nick, you’d know what the deal is between me and Black."

Rain took a deep breath and picked up the gym bag she had with her. She sat it on the table and opened it. "You mean to tell me that you gonna let this money walk out of here tonight?"

Stark leaned forward and looked in the bag. He got up and went to the bar he had setup in the corner of the room. "You want a drink?"

"Patron if you got it," Rain answered.

While Stark poured he thought about the bag of money sitting on his coffee table. He knew Rain was right; in the position he was in, he couldn’t let that much money walk. He handed Rain her drink and sat down. "What you gonna do when Nick finds out about what you’re doin’?"

"Who gonna tell him? You? I know I ain’t gonna tell him a mutha fuckin’ thing."

"You know word gets around on the street. Sooner or later the nigga is gonna hear that Double R is back. And she out there with product."

Rain sat back in her chair and took a sip of her drink. Stark was right about that, niggas will talk. She thought for a minute. "Niggas won’t know it’s me behind this shit. All they’ll hear ’bout is some nigga named PR."