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“Naw, you wasn’t. Every time we finish with one mufucka, you checking to see who else owes you. Take a day off! Shit!”

“I took yesterday off.”

“You needed to. It was the Lord’s day. White Jesus would not have been pleased.”

“You telling me, black Jesus would have been good with it?”

“Hell, yeah! Devonte got a lil street in him.” I shook my head at his goofy ass.

“Since everybody handling business, I can go grab some more stuff for my daughter. My advisor at Gucci said they got some shit in and she put it to the side for her.”

“Your what?” Key yelled in disbelief. I shrugged my shoulders as I put the address into the monitor.

“My daughter. You heard me.”

“So, you bought that girl a dog to trick her into moving in with you.” This nigga thought he knew me.

“I bought us a daughter. What she do with that information is on her.” Key laughed so hard he was damn near crying.

“I done seen you do some cold shit, but using a puppy to get a mufucka to move in might be the slickest shit you ever pulled.”

“You done?”

“Hell naw. I’m just getting started.” Hearing him say that, I turned my music up. I was not about to listen to him the entire ride. Hearing my phone go off, I grabbed it and saw that Bubbles had texted me.

STINK: Look at your daughter. She miss you!

Lovii was lying down in her sleeper. I saved the picture along with the other million Bubbles had sent. Most of them be of the two of them together. It had been two weeks since I brought Lovii home, and Bubbles been here ever since. She had slowly started to make herself at home. The puppy helped her get out of her shell because her lil ass be all over the house. A few days in, she started cooking, and now you would think she was with me when I purchased the house. I slowly began buying her clothes, products, and anything I thought her and Lovii might need. I didn’t want to give her a reason to leave, and either she didn’t notice I had slowly moved her in, or she didn’t mind. I looked at the picture again before responding.

ME: She look just like her mama. Legs and all

STINK: Fuck you Anton

I laughed and put my phone away. By the time we got to Gucci, my advisor had everything waiting for me. We took a seat, and before she could show me anything, Key sent her to go grab a pair of shoes. We could’ve grabbed someone else, but I wanted my girl to get all the commission. Once she was done helping him get situated, she brought a couple of items over to me.

“These are from our new collection. We just received them, and I thought of your daughter immediately.” She held up a sweater before passing it to me, and I immediately nodded yes. It matched the hoodie I copped last week.

“What else you got over there?” She walked to the table to grab some more items. Key looked at me and then at the sweater.

“Man, you know that dog don’t know shit about no Gucci. You done lost all your mind.”

“Good thing her daddy do.”

“You done spent more on her in two weeks than I have on all my hoes combined in a year.” I laughed because that nigga wasn’t lying. Key was stingy as hell.

“You watching my pockets and counting my bread?”

“Naw, I’m counting how many times you done had me up in these stores shopping for a puppy.”

“You could have stayed in the truck.” Key tilted his head to the side.

“And miss this shit? I think not.” He grabbed his phone and took a picture of me looking at a dress the advisor had brought me. When she walked off, he started talking shit. “If mufuckas knew Tax was in here dressing a puppy, they would never agree to the terms.” I looked around, making sure nobody was close before I responded.

“I’mma still get my bread, and they gone get dead. That’s why them shoes ugly as fuck. Like they daddy.” He looked down at them and had to agree.

“I was thinking the same thing. Something about these mufuckas look off. Like they need a prescription.” This mufucka didn’t care what came out of his mouth.

“Yeah, send them back.” My advisor brought me a jacket and was about to walk off when Key stopped her.