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“You go to the doctor?”
“Nah. I was gonna ask Jos-Renee to run me to that urgent care spot, but her selfish ass wanna trip. So, I just parlayed all day.”
“You should be hittin’ up a doctor, man. This seems deeper than an X-ray and band-aid issue. Something ain’t right.”
He waved me off. “I’m good, Cap. Sorry I wasn’t able to hit up the funeral with you today. Shortie good?”
Shaking my head, I swallowed back half of the glass of lemonade I’d poured. “Noelle’s a soldier. You know that.”
“Yeah.” He scoffed, reaching for one of the glass cake dishes filled with biscuits. “She a winner. A lil’ G. Butummmm…” He swiped his nose before plucking a biscuit. “Shi-Shi pulled up. Was here for a minute, too.”
Frankie glanced up, looking at me. I took a quiet deep breath, knowing it was time to address it.
“I know. That’s why I got in so late. I wanted to give them some time alone.”
“Where you been, ock?” Juggy asked around, chewing.
“I went to the burial. Then I hung out at the repast for a minute. We bounced after about thirty minutes.”
“We?” Frankie asked.
“Ava,” I explained. “We grabbed lunch, then checked on a few sites, including the newPrismBuiltproperty.”
“Damn!” Jug whistled. “You applyin’ pressure, I see.”
I nodded in agreement. I’d successfully won the litigation with Dan Lewinski’sJustHomes. Their argument to the courts was Danny Lew had made the transfer of ownership under duress due to his addiction. My lawyers proved there was no documented evidence of his addiction. He’d not entered rehabilitation, been fired from a job because of drugs, nor had any arrests on record regarding the usage of any type. What had been documented was Danny Lew’s distribution of Percocet, Oxycontin, Xanax, Vicodin, Ritalin, and Adderall. He wasn’t a big dealer, but was certainly a documented one. The judge ruled in my favor, rightfully awarding me full ownership ofJust Homesand all of its subsidiaries.
“Yeah. I’ve got to settle the engine. Damn sure paid enough for it.”
“Mmmmhmmm…” Frankie agreed.
To get through the attorney and investigative fees along with paying my own personal expenses, such as building a new facility for my company calledPrism Built, personal security, and a damn private jet, amongst other things, I had to dig into my bank. That was Frankie. She had a bag for me on reserve, but it was hers. We’d been working on me repaying the bank for a few months now.
“You need to relax, bruh.”
I scoffed, standing across the island from him, head to the side. “Relax.” I tried it out for size.
“See!” Jug chuckled. “You ‘on’t even know what that mean. When was the last time you got away just for you and nobody else?”
Frankie looked up from the paper. “I know the answer to that, but won’t say.”
“Yeah,” Jug agreed. “Me, too. You need to go somewhere where you can let ya balls hang. Get ya shit sucked on abeach—”
“Or on a ski conveyor lift.” Frankie performed the chef’s kiss.
My eyes went wild.
“Okay, big F!” Juggy choked on laughter.
“Y’all doing too much. My life ain’t right for one of those.” I shook my head.
Juggy shrugged. “You only need a chick. That ain’t a issue, my nigga. Word.”
I rubbed my heavy eyes, not really beat for this conversation. I was tired as hell. “I ain’t got nobody to parlay like that with. ‘Member that?”
“Yeah,” Frankie piped up. “And about that.”
My eyes narrowed and head popped back at her miniature frame filled with so much audacity.
