Page 151 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

And my fucking pork chops on the ground.

I looked over at my lunchbox.

Mashed potatoes all over the concrete.

Collard greens spilled beside them.

Sam’s little note had fallen out too.

Have a safe day. Love, Sam.

I stared at it.

“Man, fuck my life.”

I stayed down for another second after the truck pulled off, tasting blood in my mouth and feeling every fucking place Levin had landed something.

“Nigga!”

Footsteps came running toward me.

“Damn, Xay!”

Two of the niggas from my crew came around the side of the building as I pushed myself up.

One of them grabbed my arm.

“I’m good.”

“Nigga, no the fuck you not.” He looked toward the street where the truck had disappeared. “Who the fuck was that?”

I spit blood onto the ground.

“My fucking brother.”

Both of them looked at me.

“Your brother?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn, nigga. What the fuck y’all got going on?”

“Family shit.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked at the blood.

A lot of fucking family shit.

“That nigga beat your ass like you stole from him.”

I looked at him.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Don’t.”