BREN
Cross said, holding my gaze, “Crew meeting.”
I was the one who didn’t move right away.
Both Jordan and Zellman broke into action. Zellman grabbed a chair, flipping it around and setting it right in front of me. Both he and Jordan moved to take the couch. Cross moved so he was standing on the other side of the living room, his arms folded over each other. When I didn’t move from the kitchen, he nodded to the chair. “It’s all yours.”
I sighed. “Empty chair, huh?”
Jordan leaned forward. “f**k that.” His elbows rested on his knees. “What’s going on with you?”
Zellman threw an arm up on the back of the couch, lounging back, but his gaze was focused solely on me. “Yeah. Enough time has passed. You ain’t saying s**t to Cross, and I’m tired of waiting. What’s going on with your dad?”
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