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I roll my eyes, but do as he says, muttering, “Pussy,” under my breath.

Once I hop in the passenger side, he guns the engine to life.

“Surprised you came.” I smirk.

“Thought twice about it.”

He reverses and I keep my eyes ahead. “No, you didn’t. We’re blood, Jett. No matter what, you’ll always come for me.”

“Now’s probably a good time to discuss your emergency contact,” he mutters.

“Twice in six years ain’t that bad. Anyway, who else am I gonna put down as a contact? You’re the only one who pretends to tolerate me.”

“Got that right.” He glances at me. “You look like you need a shower.”

“Glad we’ve got that cleared up. That also explains why the guys in the cell didn’t want a piece of me.”

He shakes his head. “Not funny.”

“Got a knife in my shoe. Cops are dumb as fuck.” Anyone touches me, they’re gonna bleed. I glance back at him. “You cleaned up alright.”

“We just gonna pull each other's dicks the whole ride?”

I grin. “Never could accept a compliment.”

“You need money?” he asks again.

“I like how you assume I don’t have any.”

“You didn’t make bail, remember?”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t have money. Just means I have a brother who thinks I don’t.”

“Smartass.”

I go to light up another smoke.

“Hey, no smokin’ in here, remember?”

I roll my eyes. “For fuckin’ real?”

“Don’t want my cage smellin’ like shit.”

“Jesus, someone has your pussy whipped. Is it Cash or some chick?”

“Nobody. Just don’t want my truck smellin’ like you.”

“Ouch, that hurts.”

We turn out into the mid-morning traffic.

“You gonna invite me to one of your parties one day?”

“You gonna stop gettin’ into trouble?”

I smirk. “I didn’t know you cared so much.”

“How many times have you been to jail, brother? I’ve lost count.”

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