If Barky became a problem, I had no problem showing her who he slid into, and who had his heart. “Handle that situation before it becomes a problem, Quasim.” I held his face and looked into his eyes. “I got you.” His hand reached up and grabbed my chin. “You handle homie, since we making demands… you don’t want me to handle the problem, my love.” The seriousness in his eyes told me that I in fact didn’t want him to handle the situation. “I got you.”
girl you better RUNNNN
