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That alone reminded me this nigga wasn’t Frozo.

Wasn’t some random motherfucker I could just run up on.

Levin was bigger than me.

And unfortunately, we’d already established once before that my brother could beat my fucking ass.

Didn’t mean I gave a fuck right then.

“You supposed to be my fucking brother!”

Levin’s eyebrows went up.

“Oh, now brothers matter?”

“You been sitting here letting me talk about my wife while you fucking her?”

“Yep.”

I shoved him.

Levin looked down at my hand.

Then back at me.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Fuck you.”

I shoved him again.

He grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me backward so fucking hard I hit the couch and damn near went over the arm.

“Nigga, you not even built like that.”

I jumped back up.

“Fuck you!”

“Sit your ass down before I beat your ass again.”

“That’s MY WIFE!”

“And?”

I froze.

“And?”

Levin stepped closer.

“You want me to respect your marriage now and you didn’t?”

I rushed him again.

Levin grabbed the front of my hoodie and slammed me back against the wall.

“Nigga, you not even built like that. Sit the fuck down before I beat your ass again.”