She glanced at me, arms crossed. “For what?”
“To meet your father,” I said flatly. “Get my money. Handle what needs to be handled.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed fast. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
She drew a sharp breath. “He might be crooked, Nyce, but he’s still my father. I can't watch you hurt him.”
“You think you got a say in this?” I asked, turning my head to look her dead in the eye. “You think you got the luxury to pick and choose now? Ain’t shit changed.”
Her lips parted. “But I thought…”
“You thought what? Some pussy was gonna change shit? I told you from jump this is business and Ialwayshandle my business, Princess. By any means.” She narrowed her eyes at me, and for a second, I saw the hurt, but I didn’t feed into it. My phone buzzed in my lap, and I answered it. I leaned back. “Yo.”
