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“You’ll fucking what?” Geo demanded.

“I think you need to cool off,” Mig called from the doorway. “How ‘bout you step out here for a while.”

Trey snorted. “Nah. Nah, FUCK this disrespectful bullshit! Man, how long we been workin’ together, Geo?”

“A good long while, man. Long enough that you should know I ain’t gonna call down no one for speakin’ the truth. If she’s right, you got played, brah, and that ain’t her fault. How about we wait, see if she delivers? She does? You get on your fuckin knees, man. She don't? I put ‘r on ‘r knees.”

“And she spits out some bullshit that don't work?”

“We’ll know fuckin’ quick, won’t we? She won’t, I got the two people in the world she gives a shit about. She’ll fuckin’ do what I tell’r, and she’ll do it right. She knows what’ll happen if she don't.”

Trey snorted, shaking his head. “Fine. Fine, that bitch turns over in two days, I’ll come back with a fuckin’ apology gift for her. She don't, though? I want her to lick my fuckin’ feet.”

Sailor blanched. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Bitch, we’ll fuckin’ see, won’t we? I got a long fuckin’ memory! Won’t be long till you drop that fuckin’ brat ‘n he dropsyou. Guess who gon’ be there when he does? We’ll see how long you run that gash then!”

Geo’s face went blank as he looked at Trey, then back at Mig.

Mig moved immediately, ducking back in the hallway as Geo quickly and smoothly pulled his gun out and leveled it at Trey, then pulled the trigger.

Sailor screamed, dropping to her knees and covering her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Bitch. Call my kid a brat?” Geo asked, his voice dead calm. “Who the fucks gon’ be there, bitch?” he asked.

There was no answer.

“Get this mess out of here!” Geo yelled, then turned and picked Sailor up off the floor as she trembled. “Keep them eyes shut, Rue,” he told her, moving like stepping over something large.

She was sobbing hysterically, shaking her head as her whole body trembled. “Please, please, please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”

“Shhh, hush,” he whispered soothingly, sitting with her and pulling a blanket around her. “Call in Marcos! Call Dmitri too, tell him I need to talk to Big Z, then call Jay. You… what the fuck is your name, fool?”

“Justin.”

“Justin, go get her a drink. Calm down, Rue, don't you make yourself sick again! I mean it, I ain’t dealin’ with that shit!”

Sailor only shook her head, still in shock and disbelief as she clung to him.

“I think you fuck with her emotions just so she’s forced to you like that,” Davon stated, sounding pissed.

“Boy, check your fuckin’ self! There’s a line between truths and you spittin’ venom.”

“Yeah, aight, that’s opinion,” Davon agreed, still angry.

“You need ta step back down, boy? Go back ta runnin’?”

“You do what you feel you need to, man,” Davon told him with a shrug like he didn’t care.

Geo snorted, then leaned back on the couch to pull her closer to lay on him. “Rue, you need to settle down ‘n breathe for me, you hear me? I need to beat your ass for not listenin’?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I didn’t! I shouldn’t have…”

“HUSH!” Geo yelled down at her, making her flinch and whimper but go quiet.

“Here,” Justin called softly.

“Sit up here ’n drink this,” Geo demanded in irritation, sitting her up to hold a glass to her lips.

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