Page 102 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

I turned around.

Levin.

“Boy, shut up.”

He laughed.

But boy, did this motherfucker look and smell good.

Levin dressed completely different from Xay.

Not better.

Just different.

Xay was more hood casual. Hoodies, sneakers, sweats, jeans, fitted tees.

Levin had that grown-man shit about him.

He had on a fitted black turtleneck underneath a dark jacket, clean dark jeans and a pair of black combat-style boots that looked expensive without screaming for attention.

Simple watch.

Full beard lined perfectly.

Smelled like some shit I probably couldn’t pronounce.

And prison had definitely done something to his body because I did not remember Xay’s brother being built like that before he went away.

Not that I was looking.

I was married.

Not blind.

“You came late too,” I said.

“I ain’t got four kids. I don’t have an excuse.”

“Exactly.”

“I had something to handle.”

“Everybody always got something to handle.”

Levin reached past me and took one of the sliders.

I slapped his hand.

“Get your own plate!”

He bit into it anyway.

“Thieving-ass felon.”

Levin stopped chewing.

I froze.