“Man,” Roc said, watching them go and running his hand over the waves in his close-cut in agitation. “I don’t know what the fuck all of this is about, but keeping it a hundred, I’m cool on it.” He looked at Rowdy. “You said you wanted to be the one to handle her, so you got it.” He slapped hands with Rowdy, and they gave each other dap and a snap before Roc walked off, mumbling incoherently. “I got enough damn problems. He just gon’ pull a gun on me? His boy? The fuck I look like playing detective anyway?”
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