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Calling Tyler.
Checking on Henry.
Playing little fucking brother while knowing he helped put me there.
My jaw tightened.
Kiana was still watching me.
I looked toward the clock.
“Shit.”
Kiana was still catching her breath.
“What?”
“My son.”
“What about him?”
“He on his way.”
“And?”
The doorbell rang.
I looked at her.
Kiana looked at me.
I pointed toward the stairs.
“Go upstairs.”
She sat up.
“Levin, for real?”
“Kiana.”
“I’m grown.”
“And?”
“And your son seventeen. He know you fuck.”
“That ain’t got shit to do with nothing. I don’t want you and my son meeting.”
Her face changed.
“Oh.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Make that face. This ain’t that.”
