Dashawn
“Challenge has been accepted and the date and time have been set. Home turf in Vegas, eight p.m. on the third of April,” Ice said, over the phone.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. April third was Samantha’s birthday.
“Did you hear me?” Ice asked.
“Yeah, I got you. I’ll be ready. When are we heading out?”
“Last week of March. I want to stop at some of the other clubs, and thank them for their support.”
“Alright. I’m bringing Samantha.”
Silence met my statement.
“Brother, it’s going to be brutal.”
“I know, but I can’t sleep without her. I physically need her to be with me, so my mind is clear. It’s hard for me to be away from her because she is all I think about.”
“I know the feeling.”
“Ally?”
“I don’t know why, Money. I’ve never slept with he
