“Either it’s yes or no,” he said growing angry.
“Lemme think, Kreon. Damn, you’re talking about me helping you murder my kid’s father. That’s a lot you putting on me.”
“Much as you claim to hate the mothafucka it shouldn’t be somethin’ that you have to think on. But lemme guess, that was just bitta baby momma talk.”
“Whatever,” she turned back around, giving him the view of the side of her face.
“f**k it. I’ma find this nigga and handle ‘em myself, then.” he moved to open the door of the Nissan. Just as he pulled the car’s door open, Odette was calling out to him.
“Wait,” she told him, looking between him and Marquise. The boy was nodding off to sleep in the car.
“What?” he spat heatedly and folded his arms across his chest. His eyebrows arched and nose scrunched up.
“I’ll do it.”
