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“Franklin Moore?” She blinked, then cleared her throat and covered her mouth. “Because he’s an asshole.”
“Pain in my fuckin’ ass,” I grumbled.
“That mouth, Deacon.” Lex walked up from behind me.
I scoffed, firing off an email. “Lucky for me, His grace and mercies are renewed every day.”
“You and me both, bruh.”
This was our thing. Lex loved to fuck with me. She knew if she didn’t get to me first, she’d be the victim when I was done with her ass.
“Nah. You worse.”
Lex sucked her teeth. “How you figure?”
“Ain’t you over like seventeen thousand people?” I slid one phone into my pocket and went to the other. “I was on the church’s site the other day. It said something about you presiding over like seventeen thou’. I was like, ‘Damn, Lex the Ruler!’ You got all them people—including me—under you, and your fuckin’ mouth got bodies in it.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” My eyes swung up from my phone at her tone. Lex was serious. “you mind giving us a second?”
“Sure!” Ava was quick to agree and tighten the straps to her coat as she left out of the tent.
“Damn. The fuck don’ got you?” I teased, voice hard.
She turned to me, giving everyone else inside the large tent her back. “Don’t do that to me.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t spew those lofty numbers like I’m with that shit. That’s one of the things I can’t stand about church people.”
Shit. Lex was serious as hell.
My forehead lifted as I tried fighting a laugh. “The fuck, yo?”
“Nah. Don’t!” She shook her head. “I don’t even go to the website. For business, I refer people to theChrist Caressite.”
“What’s wrong with the church’s site?”
“All the boastin’ and braggin’. It’s like PR stuntin’, andthat’swhat I can’t stand about church folk.”
“Easy, my nigga. You’s a first lady.”
“I know, and I play my role. One of the perks is the people with a real thirst for Christ and not the religious bullshit with all the rules and pompous rituals.”
Slowly, I turned to look behind me, outside of the tent. “Just wanna be sure Bishop’s still inside kickin’ Chivon’s grandfather’s ass in chess. I ‘on’t want that nigga flippin’ out on ya ass at my baby’s party. Ezra may be that nigga with the hands, but you know mine don’t play by the rules.” I was just fucking with her, even if Lex didn’t know it.
“You think Ezra would get physical withme?” She laughed. “I wish that nigga would—well, unless I make him.” When her tongue flipped out, and she waggled her head, I was sick.
“Let’s change the damn subject, man. I ‘on’t even like joking about my man. He too solid.” And he was. Ezra would be one of the few friendships I’d take to my death. “Then you wanna talk that nasty shit.”
“C’mon, my nigga. You know what it is,” her voice hiked in a melody. “That’s thatHarlem Pride.” Lex found herself funny while I read through an email regarding the maintenance needed for the jet. “Speaking of which, I see you didn’t invite Josie,” she whispered, eyes scanning the area.
That was silly. “Why would I?”
She shrugged. “That ain’t a critique; just an observation. My child mentioned it to her, though.”
“Who?”
“Who else? The big-mouth one who acts just like her daddy. Only difference is, she’s friendlier.”
