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“The Left Eye type. The if you don’t get your way, you’ll bleach my clothes and burn down my house type.”
“Don’t tell me to wait. My best friend is laid in a hospital bed because that stick figure bitch grew some balls. I swear not a hair bet be out of place on her head,” he fussed.
“Respect,” Victor chuckled. “Pops, this girl is a fraud. You know she thought another man was my son’s father.” “What?” Eve raised her eyebrow and glanced over at Renee. “The same man her sister was messing with, and the man sent a video to my phone.” “Sure did. I have it too,” Juice cosigned from around the corner.
“No, you listen to me. Victor is a sweet person and I know he isn’t without flaws. I know that if provoked he can be hell on wheels, and you my dear, have provoked him. I don’t know what you have up your sleeve, but if you think you’re about to use this precious baby to bleed my son dry, think again. “I would never do anything like that. Liam needs his father,” Renee gasped. “I hope not because while my husband is gentle…I’m not. Play my son and you’re going to see a different side of me,” Eve promised. “Period,” Juice added, standing in the doorway.
“So, what are you going to do?” Juice asked, looking over his laptop. “What do you mean?” “I’m saying, I know you're not about to let the Uber Eats driver take our girl.” “The fuck am I supposed to do? Kidnap her?” “If you have to and I'll help. Seeing Kendall's thick ass in ropes would be a dream come true.”

