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He sat forward.

“Listen to me, Xay. Leave them kids out of this.”

“I ain’t putting them in shit.”

“Yes, you are. Because you can’t control Sam, so now you thinking about the one thing you still got that can make her react.”

I stood up.

“You doing too fucking much.”

“And you ain’t thinking enough.”

“I need some air.”

“Then call an Uber.”

I grabbed my phone.

Frozo watched me.

“Where you going?”

“Home.”

He frowned.

“What home?”

That pissed me off all over again.

“My fucking house.”

“You don’t live there right now.”

“That’s still my fucking house.”

“She told you to leave.”

“My name on that lease too.”

“I don’t give a fuck whose name on what. She told you she don’t want you there.”

“I need clothes.”

“You got clothes at Levin’s.”

“I ain’t going back to that nigga house.”

“So go tomorrow.”

I grabbed my coat.

Frozo stood.

“Xay.”

“What?”