Thirteen
A beautiful young woman with long black hair that reached her waist stood outside the jail. Tall, and slim, she could have been a model on any runway in Paris. Her jean shorts revealed too much thigh for Rae’s liking, and a cutoff shirt showed off her tattooed belly.
Rae shook her head as she pulled up to the curb and rolled down her tinted windows.
“Get in,” she said.
Crescentia blew a bubble with her gum and popped it as she opened the door and slid into the leather passenger seat.
“Sup, sis,” she said, stretching her long pale legs onto the dashboard of Rae’s BMW.
“Feet off, Crescentia.”
Crescentia rolled her gray eyes but obeyed and took her feet down. “Done.”
“What did you do this time?” Rae asked as she pulled away, hoping no one she knew saw her leaving the jail.
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