“Nothing can ever be right until you get yo ass down in that casket and I take a piss on you. I would rather put crazy glue on my hand and beat my shit before I ever bridge the gap when the Infernos run this bitch… something you always wanted.
“All I’m saying is, even though we family… I need you to book me through my assistant, since you need my services as an officiant… we charge for last minute shit, too.”
“That’s fair… my other nigga lets me call him by his real name. My bad, won’t happen again.” He turned all the way in his seat and looked at her. “Beloved, you don’t wanna get an innocent nigga killed because you trying to make me jealous.”
“If this is innocent, then why is Bad Mon Forward over there looking nervous?” She looked me in the eyes. “I am not nervous.” Berkeley shifted in her seat nervously. Blair sucked her teeth. “Every time Bernie Mac sees you, she makes it a point to speak to you.”
“You can’t give me the silent treatment… I’m the wedding planner. Your invitation will get revoked quick as hell. Might have to sleep with the wedding planner to get it back.”
My heart pumped as I watched Dr. Mercer sit and have conversations about whatever new medical situation was going on in the country, knowing he was responsible for the horrible things that were done to my son.
This the first time he’s explicitly call Elijah his son 😩😩
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