Chapter 32
hat’s up, Soya?” QT asked, as he hugged her, as he always did, while she sat on the sectional.
“I been sitting here, trying to talk some sense into your stubborn ass sister,” Soya claimed.
QT stood upright, while clutching a Styrofoam cup.
Cooly, nodding, my brother was a smooth, chocolate muthafucka.
He was about six feet even. Had a nice, cut physique.
Silky, wavy hair. Pretty white teeth. Was draped in Rick Owens, and two hefty chains gleaming around his neck.
The expensive cologne had made it into the room before he did.
Which was the norm for him. And one would never think that he was the stone-cold killer that he was.
“That’s exactly why I stopped by, when a nigga is supposed to be headed to the club, right now,” QT mentioned, before his eyes traveled to me. “What’s up, Babi? Why I gotta stop what I’m doing, cause you in some bullshit?”
I frowned. “I didn’t fucking call you.”
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