“Yo, it’s me.”
“Juice? Where the fuck have you been, man?”
“Are you alone?” I start pacing again.
“No. I’m spending ‘quality time’ with my wife.” I know exactly what he means by ‘quality time’.Fuck.“And you’re interrupting it.”
“There’s an issue.” I cut to the chase, relaying cryptically.
“Okay, hold on.” He becomes serious.
“Alright, what’s up?” I hear a door close. “Where the fuck have you been, anyway?”
I take a deep breath, my heart punching against my ribcage.
“In New York. With Tara.”
There’s silence for a few long nerve-racking beats then . . .”You snuck off to New York so you can fuck my sister-in-law?” He erupts on the other end.
“No. It’s not like that—”
“Juice, I’m going to fucking kill you. I told you to stay away from her—”
“Kayne—”
“You better thank your lucky stars you are five thousand miles away . . .” He keeps going on and on, which I fully expected. And Iamthanking my lucky stars I’m five thousand miles away because I know if I were standing in front of him, he’d have his hands wrapped around my neck.
“Kayne!” I shout, finally able to interject. “It isn’t what you think. I wasn’t just fucking her! I love her!”
Radio silence.
“Kayne?”
He expels a long sigh. “There is just something undeniable about those Stevens women, huh?”
“Yes, there is,” I agree. “And mine got herself into some trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
I’m almost hesitant to tell him. “Prostitution.”
“WHAT?”
“I’m handling it, but I wanted you to know what was going on.”
“I’m coming.”
“No, man. I can handle this. I already got Simon involved and have placed security detail on Alec and Monica.”
“What the fuck do they need security detail for?”
“Pimp’s been threatening her family. You and Ellie, too. Taking precautions.”
Kayne growls like a vicious animal through the phone.
“Juice, you better fix this, fast . . .”
“I am.”
