“The fuck is you awwing for? We lost.” Romeo frowned. “It wasn’t a competition.” “It was and we lost.” “Speak for yourself.” Sammy scooted away from him. “They assigned the godfather; the godmother slot is still open. I still have a chance.” “You got me fucked up.” Romeo jumped at her. “We’re a team.” “In everything else but this.” She waved him off. “Who’s the godmother?” “You are,” Marley smiled. “Ahhh! Period. You losing ass niggas could never.” Sammy started popping her ass.
