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I looked at him.

“Exactly.”

That shut his ass up for all of two seconds.

Then he started laughing.

I started walking again.

“He’ll understand one day.”

“When?”

“When I’m ready for him to.”

I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed back toward the tables.

I had twenty thousand dollars Xay still owed me.

Seven years he could never give me back.

And a secret that nigga still thought was buried.

Sam?

Sam was just another way to make sure when I finally stepped on Xay’s neck, that nigga felt my foot from every fucking direction.

By the time I left Freckles and made it back to Alpine, it was after eleven.

I pulled into the garage, killed the truck and sat there for a second before grabbing my phone and getting out.

I was tired as fuck.

All I wanted was a shower, something to eat and my bed.

I came through the kitchen entrance and immediately noticed lights on.

I frowned.

Then I heard the TV.

When I walked farther into the kitchen, Henry was sitting at the island in gray sweats and a white T-shirt, drinking juice straight out the fucking bottle with an open pizza box in front of him.

I stopped.

“What you doing here?”

He looked at me.

“Man, I live here.”

I chuckled. “I mean, yeah, but the weekend⁠—”

“Wow.” He slowly put the juice down. “That’s crazy.”

I laughed. “Nigga, shut up. You know what I mean. You usually come on the weekend.”

“And now I can’t come on Wednesday?”