Product Of The Street: Union City Book 1

by E. Bowser

but sometimes you must wash your hands of family.

“So, you’re saying we need to pick up little, big sis? I thought she was driving down?” “No, I told her she needed to get a flight. It’s so much going on, and the meeting with Mama’s doctors is in the morning,” I sighed. “But, yeah, ‘I’ and I said I need to pick her up. Don’t you got business to handle or something?” “Dea, you are my fucking business. or did you forget that quickly?

“I’m not willing to miss this chance. But I need−” “I’m everything you need, Dea.”

“I’m going to make sure my dick hits that bottom so you understand that there will be nowhere you can go that I can’t reach.”