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“Watch your mouth,” Rah warned. “So who is she?”

“Her name Kayla. She told me to score for her, so I did,” he admitted.

“That’s my fucking boy!” Joni hollered from the grill.

“Ajoni, please do not encourage that,” Rah warned.

“Chill out. The fuck you think he supposed to do,” he replied, laughing.

“That’s you, nephew?” I asked.

“Nah, we’re just talking,” AJ answered.

Gee stepped outside, catching the end of our conversation.

“What y’all talking about?” she asked.

“My boy done caught him one, Gee,” Joni told her.

“Caught what? Ajontae Brooks… I know you ain’t out here with these little fast ass heffas and done caught something!” Gee fussed, and we all died laughing.

“Man, Gee… what?” AJ frowned.

“Don’t what me. Come in here and let me see how bad it is.”

“Wait…Gee,” I laughed. “He ain’t caught nothing. He got a little girlfriend now,” I explained, still laughing.

“Y’all get on my damn nerves. Had me about to make him pull his little meat out so I can see if he was okay or needed to go to the doctor,” she fussed. “AJ, you better not be catching nothing but them damn books and them balls.” She pointed her finger at him.

“Man, Gee. Don’t say nothing about no balls.” Joni frowned as he came to bring Tori a rib.

“Nigga, how sis the only one that gets to eat?” I frowned at his ass.

“Because she’s my wife and she’s pregnant, nigga… that’s why.”

“Simp ass nigga,” I mumbled.

***

When I pulled into the parking lot at Saint’s shop, I spotted Gabi standing near the entrance arguing with some nigga I’d never seen before. I slowed down, watching as she tried to walk away, but the muthafucka grabbed her arm. I threw my truck in park, grabbed my gun, and got the fuck out.

“Aye, nigga! The fuck is you on!” I barked, heading straight toward them.

“Tae…” Gabi called out, pulling away from him.

I shoved his ass backward and stepped between them.

“Nigga, who the fuck is you putting your hands on my woman?” I demanded.

“Nigga, who the fuck is you?” The nigga repeated.

“The last muthafucka you see if you’on start fucking talking.” I gripped my gun tighter, ready to put one in this nigga, but I didn’t want to bring no shit to Saint’s spot.

“Aye, muthafucka. Didn’t I tell you to get the fuck on? You must wanna die out this bitch today?” I heard Saint say along with the safety being taken off his gun.

“All I’m tryna do is talk to my wife,” he replied.

“Your fucking what?” I questioned.