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Whatever the fuck he’d gotten himself into had him asking the woman he couldn’t even publicly claim as his baby mother for four thousand dollars.

“You owe somebody?” I asked.

He looked at me.

That was enough of an answer.

“Oh my God. Xavier.”

“Don’t start.”

“Who the fuck you owe?”

“It don’t matter.”

“It matter if you asking for my money!”

“I said I’ma pay you back.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

I laughed. “Oh, that’s reassuring.”

“Ave.”

I sucked my teeth and looked away.

Four thousand dollars wasn’t pocket change to me.

I had Carter.

Rent.

Bills.

A whole fucking life.

But I had it.

And as stupid as this situation was, this nigga was still Carter’s father.

Even if only about four people on earth knew it.

I sighed.

“Yeah. I got you.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed.

“For real?”

“Don’t make me change my fucking mind.”

He smiled and reached for me.

I slapped his hand away.