Page 80 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near
I sucked my teeth and followed him toward the door.
“Cheap-ass nigga.”
“Cheap?” Frozo pushed the door open. “I’m giving your dumb ass four thousand dollars and driving you home.”
“That’s what best friends for.”
“No. Best friends supposed to stop their niggas from fucking their wife’s whole family.”
I laughed as I followed him outside.
“Too late for that.”
Way too fucking late.
Frozo’s truck was parked around the side of the building.
I climbed into the passenger seat while he got behind the wheel.
“Four bands,” I reminded him.
“Nigga, I heard you.”
“I’m just making sure.”
“Keep talking and it’s gone be three.”
I shut the fuck up.
He laughed and pulled away from the curb.
For the first couple minutes, neither one of us said shit. Frozo turned the music down some while I pulled my phone back out.
Nothing from Heather.
Good.
Nothing from Avery either.
Even better.
Sam had liked my message.
I locked my phone.
Frozo glanced over at me.
“What?”
“What’s the endgame?”
I frowned.
“The endgame for what?”
“Nigga.”
“What?”
