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I looked back at the table.

“Call.”

The dealer flipped the next card while I sat back in my chair.

I was in the basement of Freckles, where I’d been for damn near two hours.

I hadn’t been down here gambling as much lately.

Not because I suddenly got fucking responsible.

Because getting my ass beat over owing money had a funny way of making a nigga reevaluate a few things.

I finally paid Levin off.

Every fucking dollar.

I wasn’t getting my ass beat again.

Fuck that.

Frozo was another story.

I paid that nigga back a portion of what I owed him, but he wasn’t sweating me like that. That was my boy. He knew I was good for it.

Eventually.

Avery?

Man, fuck Avery.

I ain’t even bother paying her ass back yet.

She had Keith.

Let his ass pay for shit.

Nigga done moved her into his crib, walking around buying her shit, playing daddy to Carter and all that other goofy shit.

Let him enjoy himself.

My phone started vibrating against the table.

I looked down.

Heather.

I stared at her name for a second before answering.

“What’s up, baby?”

“Come to my house. Now.”

My eyebrows pulled together.

“Collin alright?”

“Just come over, Xavier.”