“Who is that clown?” Nite gritted. “He’s Axel’s father.” “That’s the type of nigga you let between your thighs, inside your temple?” “Excuse me?” “Are you still fucking him?” “N-no, of course not,” Hunter stuttered, unsure why she was answering him and nervously at that. Still holding onto his hands, she gazed into his dark eyes, looking for a glimpse of light. “You better not. That man is a waste of air, and if I see him with his hands on you again, I'm going to murk that nigga and adopt his son,” Nite promised, stroking her cheek. “Take care of yourself, mama.” He pulled away and bopped off
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