“My bad, boss dawg, a nigga stay on the money; I hadn’t been up in no p***y in a minute. I was just tryna get straight. You feel me?” He slipped his wife beater over his head and began tucking it inside of his jeans.
Cordell took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face. He then looked over at Savino. “You know what? I’ll admit, you have been on yo’ s**t, and I haven’t given you any down time in a while. A man has needs; I know that, so I’ma let this s**t slide. But from now on, you keep that cellular glued to you and off of silent. You got that?”
Savino slipped his sweatshirt on over his head and straightened it out. Afterwards, he pulled his gold necklace from out of his collar and laid it down on his chest, so that his platinum Jesus piece would be visible. “Yeah,” he nodded his u
