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Two phones.

Probably a gun somewhere in this motherfucker.

And enough cash on him to pay somebody’s rent.

I looked over at him.

“So why you back, Keith?”

He glanced at me. “Back where?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That stupid shit. Why you back fucking with me?”

He looked back at the road.

“Cause I want to.”

“That’s it?”

“What else you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Something that don’t sound like you picked me up because you was bored.”

Keith sucked his teeth.

“Ave, if I wanted some pussy because I was bored, I wouldn’t have to take you to Brooklyn Chop House for it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nigga, please.”

“I’m serious.”

“So what you want?”

“You.”

That shut me up for a second.

Keith glanced at me again.

“I fucked our shit up.”

“Oh, you finally know that?”

“I knew it when I did it.”

“And still did it.”

“Yeah.”

I stared at him.

At least the nigga wasn’t about to feed me no bullshit.

He reached over and put his hand on my thigh.