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Global didn't.

She just stood there... watching.

“Brorilla, go get the juice. We gon' need it.”

Coca rolled his eyes but headed toward the kitchen anyway.

“Come here, G-Baby.” I kept my eyes on Global. “Looks like we got a lot to talk about.”

Chapter 8

Global “Dice” Jamerson

Iknew I was going to shake his world up with the news that he was a father. The last—and I mean the very last—thing I expected after coming back was to walk into my house and see him.

He had to be the reason Coca didn’t come to the phone. That was only one shock.

With my front door now closed, my eyes didn’t know where to land first. Too much was taking place in my home.

Ritz was here.

But the biggest thing that stuck out was...Revv.

The way my baby spoke to me and laid his little head on his father’s shoulder pained my heart in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

I’m pretty sure I looked trifling as hell in Ritz’s eyes, but one thing my baby knew for certain... He knew exactly who his father was.

Every chance I got, I showed Revv pictures of him. Whenever Ritz made the news, we watched it together. When they announced he was opening a casino in Vegas, my baby sat right beside me, smiling at the television while pointing at his daddy.

Crazy how I couldn’t escape this man, even in my future plans.

Our goal had always been to make Vegas our landing spot after we pulled off our final bank job.

“G-Baby.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t do that.”

His eyes were cold, but his voice wasn’t loud or harsh. He didn’t have to raise it. I already knew he wasn’t a man who liked repeating himself. This was the absolute wrong time for my soaker to decide it wanted to splash. I shifted my weight, and his read-a-bitch-down ass caught it immediately. The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.

I rolled my eyes.

He was just gonna have to wait for this conversation because I wasn’t sitting my heist clothes on my furniture. Between the flight and the ride home, my mind hadn’t settled once. Every mile brought me closer to explaining why I made the decisions I made concerning our son.

All my life, I’d moved however I wanted to move. For the first time, I had to answer to somebody else about one of my decisions. I didn’t like the feeling. But I was a grown woman, and I knew how to stand ten toes down behind mine.

“I need to take a shower. I don’t get on my furniture like this.”

The flare of his nostrils told me everything I needed to know. He wanted to challenge me. Instead, he swallowed it.

Standing to his feet, he asked, “Where’s your room?”

I frowned.

When he handed Revv to Coca, my little boy wrapped his arms tighter around his daddy’s neck and turned his head.

Oh...