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She looked at me.

“If you never fuck with me again, you don’t owe me forgiveness. You don’t owe me understanding. You don’t owe me another conversation.”

Her face softened for half a second.

Then hardened again.

“But?”

“Ain’t no but.”

I nodded toward her car.

“Take whatever time you need.”

She stared at me for a few seconds.

Then nodded once.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

She got in her car.

I stood there while she backed out of my driveway.

Watched her taillights disappear past the gate.

Puerto Rico wasn’t happening.

And for the first time since I started this shit with Xay, revenge didn’t feel like revenge anymore.

It felt like I had finally gotten exactly what I wanted⁠—

and fucked around and lost something I never planned on wanting in the first place.

16

XAVIER & SAMANTHA

XAVIER

“Yo, I cannot believe this nigga fucked my wife.”

Frozo didn’t say shit.

Just sat across from me on his couch, watching me throw back another shot.

I had been at this nigga house for damn near two hours.

Drinking.

Pacing.

Cussing.

Going over the same shit in my head.

My brother.