Instead of answering, she shook her head and looked off with her arms crossed protectively. “I can’t tell you that. You’ll just have to trust me.” “Well, clearly I can’t,” I threw back sarcastically. “You be easy.” I chucked the deuces and started toward my car again. “You need to break up with her, Owen!” “I’ll pass. And chill with that Owen shit. My girl doesn’t like it.” “Rowdy, please!” I ignored her and kept walking. “Rowdy, you need to listen to me!” “Go home, Jada.” “You’re fucking your own daughter!”
