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"Wait, so let me get this straight." Raquelle looked around at the four other teens and Oscar while lightly bouncing Saint.

"You wanna kill Cuchillos before she kills y'all because you can't find Lil Ricky and even if you did find him you were just gonna die regardless because you're loose ends." She restated everything she just heard.

"Exactly." Cesar nodded.

"And how do you plan to do that?" She raised an eyebrow as she slowly paced back and forth just because.

"I got it handled." Oscar answered vaguely.

"Handled! What do you mean handled?" Jamal exclaimed making Saint jump. Raquelle kissed her teeth and lightly kicked the back of his kneecap.

"Why are you so loud?"

"Handled could mean anything. Handle with care, manhandled, twitter handle—."

"Yeah, cause Spooky is setting Cuchillos up with a twitter handle." Monse said sarcastically.

"Jamal, please. You sound stupid." Raquelle told him.

"There are handlers that handle every—."

"Enough!" Oscar cut Jamal off.

"Are you sure about this?" Monse asked Oscar. "We're talking about taking a life here."

"Or yours, mine, everyone's." Oscar replied.

Raquelle shifted uncomfortably, not liking the tense mood in the room. It made her feel uneasy, she hated bad energy. "Ughh, I need a blunt." She groaned before putting Saint down in Monse's lap.

"You can't keep pumping and dumping every time you wanna get high Raquelle." Monse scolded.

"Well I can't let my baby drink infused breast milk so..." She pulled a blunt from behind her ear and looked around for a lighter.

"Or maybe you could stop smoking." Monse suggested.

"I'll stop smoking when you stop f—." She cut herself off with a laugh. "Nevermind."

She walked towards the door and opened it. Seeing his mom about to leave, Saint became fussy.

Raquelle's eye twitched but she put the blunt back behind her ear and picked him up.