“Similar.” He shrugged. “We have a reputation to uphold, and Lisara does not fit the mold. You need to repair things with Nori and continue to be a family with her before you mess around and impregnate that wife of yours and end up being stuck with her ass.” “Let me tell you something, Pop. I run this shit. I run the St. Thomas Society and St. Thomas Financial. That means you nor anybody else can tell me what the fuck the rules are, nigga. I make the mutahfuckin’ rules. Lisara is my wife, and she won’t be disrespected, especially not by yo’ ass. You either get with the muthafuckin’ program, or
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