Chapter Fifty: Snatched for the Streets… Just for One Night
Lyric Friday night was humid and slow, the kind of air that made your skin feel sticky no matter how many showers you took. I had just got off work, my feet screaming and my curls falling a little from the heat. But I still stopped by the local spot and grabbed some takeaway for me and my mom — lemon pepper wings, seasoned fries, and her favorite peach iced tea. She was watching her shows when I walked in. “Mmm,” she said, sniffing like a bloodhound, “that smells like heaven in a box.” “You’re welcome,” I grinned, handing her the bag. “That boy of yours didn’t bring you food?” “He’s busy. Business stuff.” “Mhm. Keep your eyes open. These fine ones be busy with everything but you if you not careful.” I rolled my eyes and went to my room. “Thanks for the trust, Ma!” “I’m just sayin
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