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Frozo’s clown ass was still having the time of his fucking life.

Every time I went to his shop, this nigga had another joke.

I finally paid him the rest of his money too.

Figured I better get that shit out the way before New Jersey started digging in my check every week for Collin.

That hundred and sixty-eight dollars was still some bullshit.

Not because I wasn’t gonna take care of my son.

I was.

But Heather made good fucking money.

House paid off.

Back at Freckles shaking her ass and probably clearing more in one night than some people made all week.

Yet somehow I needed money automatically pulled from my check to prove I was a father.

Whatever.

Avery still wasn’t answering my calls either.

That shit was starting to piss me off because regardless of whatever she felt about me, Carter was still my daughter.

And she was carrying another one of my kids.

I hadn’t seen Carter since everything blew up.

Every time I called, voicemail.

Text?

Nothing.

She was back staying with Amanda and Tim now because Keith kicked her stupid ass out.

Somehow that was my fault too.

Nobody told you to ride this dick for a year and a half, get pregnant twice and then lie to another nigga about one of the babies being his.

Dumb ass bitch.

But everybody wanted to blame Xay.

Story of my fucking life lately.

I came downstairs and heard Levin laughing before I even made it into the living room.

“Yeah, you know I love when you cook that shit.”

I glanced over.

This nigga was stretched back on the couch with his phone to his ear, smiling.

“Yeah.”