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A few head nods and amens were heard around the table. However, I couldn’t put a finger on where they’d come from because my eyes were planted on the person who couldn’t keep theirs to their fucking self.

“Who is my mans right here?” I asked, pointing directly to the motherfucker who obviously needed an optometrist on speed dial.

I felt Glacier’s hand on my thigh, gripping it in an attempt to get my attention. I was too invested in the presence of the man across the table to submit to her request.

“Nel,” Roulette confirmed, checking the seating chart.

“Nel, you need us to send you to an optometrist, my nigga? ’Cause it’s got to be something wrong with ya vision. Pay attention to her, she’s the one talking, nigga. Not me and not her.” I tilted my head toward Glacier.

“Baby,” she whispered, beckoning for my attention.

“You got it, boss. She just resembles someone I used to know. It’s all good.”

“You don’t know her no more, then, my nigga. That’s all that matters here.”

Feeling a hundred pounds of pressure on my chest, I waited for a response. There wasn’t one. I continued to grill the nigga who had pissed me off before I could properly warm my seat.

“Welcome to the grown-up table, nigga. A far cry from the kid’s table you’ve been scraping for food at. Over here, we shut our fucking mouths and get this fucking money. It’s the only thing that matters here. Learn the rules and stick to them motherfuckers,” I suggested.

“Baby.” Glacier tugged at my pant leg.

Finally, I gave her my undivided attention. I owed her an apology for bringing her to this meeting and an even bigger one for forgetting our date night had been rescheduled twice and ultimately landed on the one night I needed to handle business.

“I’m sorry, Mommas. I—”

“That’s him,” she whispered.

“Him, who? Who the fuck is him?” Baffled, I asked one question immediately after the other.

“That’s my ex-boyfriend. His name is Nelson.”

“Oh yeah?”

The weight that pressed my chest cavity against my heart was released. It wasn’t that this nigga had a problem with his eyes, he was seeing the gem he’d lost with the nigga who was his boss. His heart was aching. There was no need for me to join his pity party. I wanted to turn that motherfucker up.

Standing, I grabbed the glass that had been placed in front of me. It was filled with champagne that I had no intention of sipping. The plan was to pass that shit to Glacier, but the plan had changed.

“Madam,” I called out, beckoning for Roulette’s attention.

“Yes?”

“Bring a few bottles out and add a key to this nigga’s load. It’s a fucking celebration.”

“Is it? Should I round the ladies up as well?”

“Nah, not this time. Just a bottle for my mans on the other end. I got a lot to thank this nigga for.”

I held my glass in the air, everyone following suit, though they weren’t sure what we were celebrating.

“You want in on this shit, baby?” I asked Glacier.

Quickly, she shook her head.

“Bet.”

The bottle was delivered to his end of the table. One was also delivered to my end.

“Nel, Nelso, whatever your name is, my nigga, I just want to give thanks to you, my nigga, for doing whatever the fuck you did and blessing me with the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s one of a kind, bro.

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