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“No.”

“Lie again. Grif said yo’ hand fucked up and it’s swollen.”

I stared at Grif. The just telling all my damn business. His big ass looked up at the ceiling like he was innocent.

“My hand is fine.”

“I’m on the way,” Shameek said and hung up.

“Grif, this is all your fault.”

“Glad to help.” He shrugged.

“Y’all get out. Let me calm the fuck down.”

They both left and closed my door behind them. Shameek must’ve flew his ass up here because he was walking in my office without knocking.

“Let me see yo’ hand.”

“My hand is fine.”

“Nah, this bitch might be broke. Let me call the family doctor to look at it. I would hate for you and Raya to end up at the hospital. Who the fuck taught you how to fight like that? Grif said you ain’t pull her hair not once. You were literally boxing her face in.”

“My daddy taught me everything I needed to know to survive in this cruel world.”

“I ain’t mad atcha. You really should have been hit her in her shit. I’m proud of you,” he smiled.

After he got off the phone, he came back and kneeled down and pressed the ice pack down on my hand. And in busted Jaharee. Her eyes immediately went to Shameek kneeling behind my desk, and then she looked at me.

“Well damn,” she said, closing the door.

Shameek let my hand go.

“What?” Shameek asked.

“I came to check on you after Mama called saying you beat Raya ass. I didn’t know you already had a personal nurse here.”

“I was checkin’ her hand. Do you see it?” he said.

“Mhmm, I see it.”

“What you implyin’?” Shameek asked.

“Shit, I ain’t implying anything. You did that yourself.”

“Okay, y’all. Damn. I already know the news has hit half the city, how they took her ass out of here screaming and bleeding,” I said.

Jaharee picked the chair up and sat down.

“I’m sat. Give me the full damn story.”

“I got some shit to handle. The doctor is going to meet you at your house in an hour. Have someone drive you, and I’ll come grab your car later,” Shameek said before leaving.

Jaharee’s eyebrow raised.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I told her.

“Does my brother like you? That nigga is possessive like he fucking you.”