“What the fuck is talking about our feelings going to do, huh?” He released her. Locking his hands behind his head, Nite started pacing. “You wanna tell me all this fucked up shit about your childhood and expect me not to react. You want me to listen like I won’t go murk your pops and then take you out the country while they scramble to bury the nigga. Like I won’t string your bitch ass baby daddy from the light pole and in the same breath take Ax to Disney world until he forgets that nigga ever existed.”
