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by Cash


  We drove straight to the police impound to get my whip. My shit was mad filthy, inside and out. I told Inez to go on home, I’d be over there later after I got my car washed and cleaned and went to Decatur to check on Cheryl and my things.

  “Be careful,” she said.

  “Naw, mafuckaz better beware!”

  A READING GROUP GUIDE

  TRUST NO MAN

  CA$H

  ABOUT THIS GUIDE

  The suggested questions are intended to enhance your group’s reading of this book.

  DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

  1. Why do you think Shan hooked up with Youngblood’s partner, Shotgun Pete, when Youngblood went to prison?

  2. Is Youngblood justified in being salty with them both? Why?

  3. Is Youngblood’s anger towards his mother justified?

  4. Who do you think shot Youngblood?

  5. Was Youngblood right to check his sister Toi’s boyfriend, Glen, for jumping on her? Or did Toi’s reaction show that Youngblood should stay out of their business?

  6. Was Youngblood wrong for his treatment of Cheryl?

  7. What do you think of Youngblood messing around with Poochie? Is it just sexual?

  8. Is Inez truly a ride-or-die chick?

  9. Do you think Juanita will steal Youngblood away from Inez?

  10. Who is Youngblood’s trusted friend: Lonnie, Rich Kid, or Murder Mike?

  Excerpt from Trust No Man II

  After my whip was spotless, shining and smelling brand new, I paid and tipped the boys who had detailed my ride. Then I drove out to Decatur to my crib to check on Cheryl, my daughters and my bank. I knew Cheryl would be mad because I hadn’t told her I was in the hospital, banged up, but that was the least of my concerns.

  I’ma find those niggaz that banged me up and show ‘em how the fuck I get down! I was thinking as I pulled into my apartment complex, parked, got out of my ride and headed up to my apartment.

  As soon as I opened the door and stepped inside, I knew something wasn’t right. The only sound in the apartment was of water dripping from the faucet in the kitchen sink.

  I followed the sound. When I reached the kitchen, the freezer door was ajar and a puddle of water was on the floor. The chicken boxes in which I kept some of my stash were scattered about the kitchen counter, empty as fuck!

  My safes! My million-dollar stash!

  In a panic, I dashed to the bedroom to check the closet. The closet door stood wide open. I held my breath and peeked inside.

  Both safes were gone! Oh, hell naw!

  So was my small cache of guns.

  My clothes were cut up and strewn all over the bedroom.

  That lowdown bitch! Some nigga put her up to this! My million-dollar stash was gone! I screamed like a madman through my wired mouth.

  Then the pain from my cracked ribs hit me so hard I crumpled to the floor. After the pain lessened a bit, I was able to get to my feet, stumble back into the kitchen where I noticed a letter in Cheryl’s handwriting stuck on the refrigerator door, held in place with one of those small, plastic smiley faces with a magnetized back.

  I snatched the letter off the door and began reading.

  Youngblood,

  Don’t bother trying to find us, nigga, ‘cause you never will! You didn’t want me in your life, so now I’m out, me and your daughters!

  See, we are a package deal—you can’t have them and not me! I give you credit for loving Chanté and Eryka, but you treated me like shit.

  Nigga, you made me stop loving you, after money made you stop loving me. Money changed you, nigga! That’s why I’m taking all of your dough. Maybe without riches you’ll treat women nicer.

  Oh, just so you know, I have a man who loves me now. He’s the Haitian nigga you caught knocking on the door that time. Yep, caught your ass slippin’, not up on your game. I may have gotten fat, but your ass got dumb! Again, don’t try to find us, we’re moving out of the country and never coming back. Dag, motherfucker, I hate you! But who’s crying now? It sho’ ain’t me. Thanks to you, I’m a rich, fat bitch!

  Later nigga,

  Cheryl, Chante and Eryka

  Cheryl’s letter smashed me! I fell to my knees in the puddle of water and cried like a baby. The bitch had run off with my two little princesses and all my bank.

  Bitch, you think stealing my dough is gonna make me nicer? Hell the fuck naw! It’s gonna make me even more of a killa—startin’ with your fam’.

  Coming Soon from Lock Down Publications/Ca$h Presents

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  By Destiny Skai

  WHEN A GOOD GIRL GOES BAD II

  By Adrienne

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  LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES I II & III

  By Coffee

  LAY IT DOWN I & II

  By Jamaica

  PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT

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  BLOOD OF A BOSS I II & III

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  THE STREETS BLEED MURDER I, II & III

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  WHEN A GOOD GIRL GOES BAD

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  A GANGSTER’S REVENGE I II III & IV

  A SAVAGE LOVE 1

  By Aryanna

  WHAT ABOUT US I & II

  NEVER LOVE AGAIN

  THUG ADDICTION

  By Kim Kaye

  THE KING CARTEL I, II & III

  By Frank Gresham

  THESE NIGGAS AIN’T LOYAL I, II & III

  By Nikki Tee

  GANGSTA SHYT I II & III

  By CATO

  THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

  By Phoenix

  DON’T FU#K WITH MY HEART I & II

  By Linnea

  BOSS’N UP I & II

  By Royal Nicole

  I LOVE YOU TO DEATH

  By Destiny J

  I RIDE FOR MY HITTA

  By Misty Holt

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