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He laughed and went back to his pizza.

I slipped my phone into my pocket.

Sam wasn’t sending that shit.

At least not tonight.

I already knew that.

But the fact that she hadn’t told me to go fuck myself either was enough to keep me entertained.

I made it halfway out the kitchen before turning around.

“And stop drinking out my fucking juice bottle.”

Henry looked down at it.

“This mine.”

I frowned.

He held the bottle up.

“I bought this too.”

I stared at him for a second.

“Aight, well.”

He started laughing.

“Exactly.”

“Fuck you.”

“Goodnight, Dad.”

I chuckled, shaking my head as I headed upstairs.

“Goodnight, nigga.”

XAVIER

I had borrowed from Peter to pay fucking Paul, but somehow I came up with seventeen thousand.

Frozo saved my ass with that shit too.

Few days earlier, that nigga had called me talking about he had a play.

Normally when Frozo said he had a play, it could mean anything from somebody needing some construction shit done under the table to some nigga trying to unload something through the shop.

This time it was rims.

Three sets of expensive-ass factory wheels with tires still on them that some niggas needed gone quick. Frozo already had two buyers through the shop, but they needed somebody to put up the cash to grab everything together before somebody else did.

I ain’t have all of it.

Of course.