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“Look who finally decided to bring his ass back to work. I was starting to think your pussy-whipped ass wasn’t coming home,” he joked.

“Nigga, I’ve been gone a week. You acting like I left you out here for months,” I countered, dapping him up before taking a seat.

“Shit, it felt like months. How sis doing?” He asked.

“She’s good… getting bigger by the damn day, and annoyed by the second,” I answered. “What we got going on?”

Tae was going over the numbers from the weekend when he mentioned having to replace two bartenders.

“What happened with them?” I asked, looking over the paperwork he’d handed me.

“Kept coming up short at the end of their shifts. First couple times, I let that shit slide, but when it kept happening, I told both their asses to get the fuck on.”

“Shit, you did right. What about security?”

“I hired another nigga for the weekends. Had somebody try to bring a gun through the side entrance Saturday night.”

“The fuck? Who was on the door?” I demanded, looking up from the paperwork.

“Tank. Apparently, he knew the nigga and was gone let him walk right through. Jake caught the gun before he made it inside, though. I already fired Tank’s ass.”

“That stupid muthafucka better be glad you handled it before I found out. I would’ve killed his ass for putting my fucking business at risk,” I snapped.

“I know, which is why I took care of it,” Tae replied. “Anyway… Saturday was packed. We cleared damn near thirty grand between the door, bar, and VIP.”

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” I said, handing him the paperwork. “Long as them numbers keep looking like that, we straight.”

“They will. I got a few things lined up for the next couple weekends that’s gone bring in even more money,” Tae assured me.

I shook my head and handed him the paperwork. Tae had been handling the club without me having to stay on his ass, and I liked it that way. We both had our responsibilities, and I trusted my brother to take care of his.

“You talked to Kat since the wedding?” He asked.

I frowned because my brother didn’t bring her up unless something was bothering him.

“Nah… why? What she do now?” I questioned.

“Nothing that I know of. I was just making sure she ain’t been bothering you. I’on trust that bitch,” he muttered, reaching for his keys.

“She sent me a message congratulating us again. I thanked her and kept it moving,” I answered. “Nigga, I know who I’m dealing with. You ain’t gotta worry about me.”

After going over a few more details, we left the club and headed over to Saint’s tattoo shop. It was time for another shipment, and I wanted to get all my business out the way now that I was back. When we pulled up, there were a few cars parked out front. As soon as we stepped inside, Tae spotted Gabi working on a nigga and took his ignorant ass right on over there. She gave him a look, but she should’ve known that wasn’t going to stop shit.

“Aye, nigga. Make this the last time you come in here and my girl feeling all on your chest and shit. Get one of them niggas to do that shit unless you wanna cover a bullet hole next,” his ignorant ass said, but I couldn’t be mad. I would’ve done the same shit.

“Jontae,” Gabi hissed, before her customer could respond.

“Aye, don’t do that shit. Gee be fussing at a nigga enough. Now gimme a kiss so I can go holla at this nigga.” He smirked.

Blushing, she gave in and kissed his ignorant ass before she spoke to me.

“Hey, Khaotic,” she greeted when she noticed me standing behind him.

“Wassup, sis?” I replied.

After Tae finished talking to his woman, we headed toward the back. Saint was sitting behind his desk on the phone when we walked into his office.

“Aight, baby. Let me go… yeah, I know… I love you,” he said before ending the call. “About damn time y’all niggas showed up,” Saint greeted, once he ended the call.