“Dawg, this a death wish,” I say. “I dare any of them to come after us.” Us. “Nah. Count me out,” I say. “Aw, hell! C’mon, Mav! We can pull this off!” King says. “It would take a little time, but a year from now, we’d run the whole Garden just like our daddies. Li’l Zeke and Li’l Don, doing the damn thing.” Yeah, and Big Zeke in a grave with his wife while Big Don in a prison. I shake my head. “I’m done selling drugs. For good this time.”
