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Then the motherfucker smiled. I frowned immediately. Wasn’t shit amusing about the situation that Mr. Browne was possibly about to be in. Ty leaned back in the chair while still looking at the card.

“Well, we good on this fed talk,” he said as he twirled the card around in his hand.

Sha looked across the room at him.

“How you figure?”

Ty tapped the card against his palm.

“I got a couple of people in this division.”

He didn’t explain, and nobody asked him to. Sha nodded once.

“Cool. One problem solved.”

Then his eyes landed on me. I knew what I had told him in the hall just yesterday. It seemed like he was waiting for me to come with the rest of the story. He was giving me the opportunity to speak my peace, and I was damn near folding. I felt like shit knowing that the expression of relief that Mr. Browne just had was about to get wiped away.

When I started taking too long to speak, Mr. Browne started talking.

“Hell yeah, one problem solved. Now we gotta find who the fuck was dumb enough to shoot at Mali’s car.”

Sha tilted his head to the side and looked me dead in the face. I had to spit this shit out.

“I know who did that too…”

Everyone in the room gave me their undivided attention. I had the floor, and I swallowed hard before I started speaking.

“Ghost did that shit.”

Ty stood so fast that the chair he was sitting in scraped against the floor. Before I could even react, he crossed the room and grabbed the front of my shirt.

“The fuck?”

My body tensed up as Ty pulled me closer.

“So let me get this shit straight. The nigga that robbed the spot with you, got the fucking feds sniffing around, and just shot Bleek three times is your mans?”

I didn’t fight his grip because I was expecting some shit like this to happen

“Yeah. Well, was… I found out not too long ago that he is my blood brother.”

“So that’s what was weighing down on you a while back?” Mr. Browne asked.

I recall our one-on-one conversation in his backyard very clearly. He sensed that something was troubling me, and he wasted no time asking me about it. I didn’t even offer him a response; I just looked over Ty’s shoulder and stared at him while I shook my head up and down.

Ty stared at me like he was trying to decide which wall he wanted to throw me through.

“I should shake ya ass like a fucking snow globe,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Bro,” Mr. Browne’s voice stopped him.

Ty looked over his shoulder.

“Turn him loose.”

“Bleek…”

“I said turn him loose.”