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“From where?”

“I said I’ll figure it out.”

“You got until Friday.”

“I know when Friday is.”

“Because I’m not giving you no more.”

“Who asked?”

“You about to.”

I laughed.

“Nigga, you don’t know that.”

“I’ve known you since we were thirteen. You’re about to.”

I rubbed my hand over my beard.

Four helped.

It definitely fucking helped.

But four wasn’t fifteen.

I had some money I could move around. Couple things I could push back. Couple people I could call.

I wasn’t touching household money.

Sam would notice that shit.

And I damn sure wasn’t about to tell her I owed Levin fifteen thousand dollars because I couldn’t stay my ass away from them tables downstairs.

“You could always stop gambling,” Frozo said.

I looked at him.

“Now why the fuck would I do that?”

He shook his head.

“See? That’s why I’m only giving you four.”

“I can win the rest back.”

Frozo damn near slammed on the brakes.

“Nigga!”

I burst out laughing.

“Relax!”

“Win it back where? At the same fucking tables you lost it at?”

“I’m fucking with you.”