Page 40 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

Beautiful women.

Full nude.

Every flavor you could think of.

Thick.

Slim.

Light.

Dark.

Brown.

Puerto Rican.

Jamaican.

Trinidadian.

Dominican.

White.

Asian.

Taste the fucking rainbow.

And underneath all that legitimate money moving upstairs, there was another side of Freckles that everybody didn’t know about.

The basement.

The basement wasn’t for everybody walking through the front door.

Cards.

Dice.

Blackjack.

Private games.

The kind of room where a nigga could walk downstairs with twenty thousand dollars feeling like the man and walk back upstairs two hours later trying to figure out how the fuck he was getting home.

And lately?

My brother had been spending too much time downstairs.

I looked over at him.

“You got my money?”

That finally got his attention.

Xay lifted his head from his phone.

“What money?”