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“Good, until I didn’t feel you under me. You got up early, didn’t you?” I asked, eyes moving across her whole backside. Peach had a supple waist and the most sensual features a nigga had ever seen.

“My bad, my mother called me last minute telling me she wanted to come pick up Adorie today. And the last thing I needed was for her to come up here snooping.”

“You hiding me from yo’ fol?—”

“No, but I’d rather not tell my mother you’re my man while you’re laid up half naked in my bed.”

I nodded.

“Plus my brother is a part of your club, right?”

I chuckled at her calling Ace Boys a club.

“What’s funny?” She was confused.

“Ace Boys isn’t just a club, baby girl. It’s a lifestyle, one that started in the minds of four young niggas watching their immigrant grandmother’s struggle in this country, while our parents worked their asses off. I ain’t saying shit is perfect, but we made something shake, so the last thing I’m worried about is some young flashy nigga with a crew full of fucking children.” I looked at Peach while I spoke getting into a history that I rarely shared.

“What? Fou?—”

“Grams fled the DU after all that shit happened. Came over to America with her two kids looking for better. She didn’t find it. She found Ace though, a nickel and dime hustlertrying to make a name for himself before they called it fraud and those folks flooded the streets with that shit. He just wanted better, hell they both did. Hence the Ace Boys, built off the backs of myself, Cruz, Cartier and Aysun. Four hungry young niggas who happened to share blood and hug more blocks than the average. Drugs ain’t my shit, baby and no I’m not saying it ain’t sold within the organization, but I sell guns. Ammunition across state lines is good capital.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She was sitting on the counter watching me drink the room temperature bottle of water she’s sat out for me.

“You said I don’t open up to you enough. So there is something.” I stepped between her legs, resting my hands on her thighs.

She smiled. “Thank you for that.”

“Anytime.”

She laughed. “Don’t say that because I’ll ask you a question and before I know it you’re looking at me with those eyes.”

That made me laugh as well. “Depends on what you’re asking.”

“Whatever.” She waved me off and sipped from her coffee.

“What do you have planned for the day?”

“Nothing. A few errands. You?”

“You.”

She smiled bashfully. “That’ll have to be after I run these errands and get dinner, but then again my mom is going to have Adorie for the weekend, so th?—”

“That leaves time for me to take you out, feed you, kidnap you for a few days, do you and chill up under you.”

“You don’t have anything pressing today?” she asked peering at me over her mug.

“Just you, Peach.”

She nodded. “Let me go take a quick shower and then we can go.” Seconds later she rushed out of the kitchen toward the back.

I took that as my time to check in with my brother. Thephone rang one time, before Cartier’s aggy ass answered.

“You sleep later and later nigga, you sure you ain’t pregnant?” Cartier’s voice filled my eardrums.

“What’s the word old comedian reject ass nigga?”

He laughed. “Shit really. Whole bunch of small nothings, but on some real shit I need to holla at you ‘bout something.”

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