“What the fuck?” Deuce looked at me and then looked to Corleon for clarification that I wasn’t going to give.

If Stevie didn’t bring her ass home, then we both were going to see my parents in real time. “Don’t ask… I heard you picked up a stray.”

He nodded for us to follow him further into the warehouse. It was filled with cars and car parts. When we entered the bigger area, I smiled when I saw Raye hung up by his arms by the car lift. His head was hung, and if he wasn’t so damn fucking rotten you would have compared him to Jesus on the cross.

“Raye? That’s you, Raye-Raye?”

He weakly lifted his head and that’s when I saw how bad they had this man fucked up in here. When his brain registered that it was me, he tried to run, which was dumb because he was up in the air and his feet were hanging.

“Men…Mens, come on, man. I had nothing to do with this.”

I chuckled. “Why the first thing out your mouth had to be a lie?” Leaning on the post next to him, I smiled up at him. “Hey father-in-law… you good?”

Deuce looked at Corleon. “This is his father-in-law?”

“Yeah… complicated shit.” Corleon shook his head, as he watched me talking to good ol’ Raye.

“Me and Stevie went and got married. She real happy, Raye… my baby a billionaire, you know that? Nah, don’t answer that because if you answered wrong, I might snap your neck.”

He groaned as he tried to focus and make eye contact with me. “Is she safe?”

“You give a fuck about her now, but never even cared when you killed two of my people… one of which was lucky I didn’t kill her myself.”

“I needed to save her man.”

I looked at the wrench next to him and picked it up. Picking it up, I smashed him in the face with it a few times. “You ain’t never gave a fuck about her. If you cared about her, you would have went to that farm and did what you had to do and probably would have been able to return to life because I knew how much she wanted to keep you alive. See, you owe me money, and then you owe the Amantes money, and in case you didn’t see why the fuck Dane is on trial, you was better off staying on my farm.”

“I can pay it back…. I can pay both of you back.” He made dumb ass promises that he would never keep, kind of like he did with his own daughter.

Always made her promises and never came through on them. His ass was just as vocal as Priscilla when I told Stevie that she was gonna marry me. He was shoving his daughter with a stranger to fix his bullshit.

“What you wanna do, Menace? I can respectfully step back and let you handle him,” Deuce called from across the room while he smoked a black and mild.

“How much he owe you?”

“A mill and a half.”

Corleon choked. “Clearly you ain’t good at the shit, nigga… the fuck you run up a tab you know you couldn’t pay?”

I messed with my beard. “Which means that is why you were stealing from me… robbing the Caselli’s to pay the Amante’s… damn my guy.”

“We can fix this. I can work for both of you.”

“Nigga, why the fuck would I want a thief with a gambling addiction to work for my family? Mens, watch out.” I moved back and he threw the football full force at this nigga’s face, which explained why he was so fucked up.

Everybody knew Deuce Amante was on his way into the NFL, the New Jersey Black Jackets wanted him straight out of college, but an injury caused him to give up his football dreams.

“Glad you still working that arm out,” I snickered.

He chuckled. “Your call… let me know.”

I looked at Raye, who looked like he would have rather me take him than to stay here. “He’s family, Deuce.” Raye took a huge sigh of relief. “I’ll let you handle him, so I don’t have my wife’s father on my hands… you know? We’re newlyweds, we don’t need that on us.”

Corleon laughed while shaking his head. “I’m gonna take care of it… consider it my wedding gift.”

“Appreciate that… let us know when it’s done.” I looked down at my phone, not recognizing the number. “Yo.” I nodded toward Deuce and headed back out.

When an automated woman’s voice came through the line, I looked at my phone. I thought Jeffie said she was sending Zoya to get my baby.