Zoya leaned forward. “If a nigga don’t wanna die a little bit for me, then he’s not the one… every man that I’ve dated, my brother has turned down or said was soft. I admit, they all fold when they meet the Menace Caselli… since he doesn’t want to be reasonable, I’m dating whoever I want until the right one ain’t scared of my brother.” “Goon,” I faked a cough and Zoya narrowed her eyes at me. “Sorry, think I have a cold coming on.”

