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“You hate Maurice and want me to get a new man. If I show up and show out then I might catch the eye of that new man.”
“That’s a weak ass argument Conner because you don’t need anything to make you look good. You got that, sis. It’s in you not on you.” Cali flashed her a cocky grin.
“But it will clearly help so please.”
“Damn, you’re a bratty, whining ass. Fine, we can go shopping but you’re not doing too much so get that thought out of your head.”
Conner’s smile expanded. “I promise I won’t. It’s really more about you. Shit when was the last time you had on anything other than jeans.”
“I don’t go out so…”
“My point exactly, but you have a man so it’s not about you. It’s about me.”
“You looking for a man, Conner?” Cali arched a brow and her sister shrugged.
“Maybe.”
“I’m not pushing you to someone else, but I do think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to figure out what you need outside of a relationship.”
“I know, Cali. You love me, blah blah blah.” Conner grinned and playfully rolled her eyes.
Cali laughed at her sister’s dramatics before adding softly, “I don’t hate him, by the way. I hate that he doesn’t realize how amazing you are and he is too selfish to treat you the way you deserve.”
“I know,” Conner said quietly. Cali just prayed she figured it out before it was too late. Nothing good would come from a man who didn’t value the life or love of a good woman.
“He clean?”
“Yeah, as far as I can tell. He owns a sneaker shop downtown, got a degree from CFU, and no record. I don’t think he’s been mixed up in anything that Rez and Big Will have going on.”
War inhaled from the blunt pinched between his tattooed fingers. He appreciated Raleigh, or Switch, was clean but that didn’t mean he wanted him in his sister’s life. He still had Taylor blood pumping through his heart which meant War wouldn’t trust him or anyone in his family until their name was cleared of any wrongdoing connected to Merritt being set up.
“’Preciate that, anything else?”
“With him no, but that plate you gave me. You’re not gonna like what I found.”
“One of Rez’s people?”
“Donald Taylor.”
War’s hooded eyes focused on his house while he spoke. He was in the car and should have been on his way to his mother’s place but paused when the call from York came through. “What I need to know about him?”
“They call him J’No. Born and raised in Miami. His mother and Rez’s father are first cousins.”
“And?”
“And he’s new to Crescent Falls.”
“How new?”
“Touched down a month before Merritt got hit.”
War closed his eyes briefly, allowing the high to settle. Coincidences happened in life but rarely ever did they exist in the world he lived in. When shit didn’t add up, it was because it wasn’t meant to. Rez’s family member, J’No, touching down in the city a month before Merritt was shot wasn’t a coincidence.
J’No fucking Merritt’s old lady wasn’t one either. The bigger question heavy on War’s mind was whether or not Neece was a victim or a key player. Only one would grant her grace. He didn’t want to think about what he would do if she were a player. It wouldn’t be nice, more like torturous and painful and he would not feel bad.
“What else do you know?”
“He’s fucking Neece.”
