Page 146 of Chaos Kills

BAY: Nice and rich. Asked if I could teach her to drive stick the other night at dinner. Rode Cairo’s ass all night.

LEVI: No, I mean how IS she?

BAY: Who the hell cares?

LEVI: Smh. Party is probably in Brighton. College town.

BAY: You still got some stuff left over?

LEVI: Yeah, but don’t go alone. Bring Shorty and Dino. They’ll fuck off and give you space, but I’ll know you’ve got someone.

BAY: Okay.

LEVI: Don’t leave without them.

BAY: I won’t.

LEVI: I’m serious.

BAY: I got it. Don’t lose the babysitters.

LEVI: Text me every thirty minutes.

BAY: Lev…I’m not putting on a timer to make sure I meet that highly unreasonable request.

LEVI: Then, I’ll tell Dino. He knows how to tell time. But I want reports from you FREQUENTLY, or I’m pullin’ you out.

BAY: Roger that.

LEVI: Be careful. I’ll have Hot Rod stay back with the girls.

BAY: Okay.

LEVI: You got this?

BAY: Yes, sir, I’ve got this.

LEVI: Alright. Go rip off some rich kids then.

Pulling up Luisa’s text message thread, I try my best white girl voice when I respond.

BAY: No, it’s sweet, thanks. If I can find someone to watch the girls, I’ll maybe hang out for a little bit and get out of the house.

LUISA: OMG, that would be so great! I can point out a few assholes that might be interested in your suckers.

At least she knows to be discreet, I’ll give her that. It must be from being the daughter of Lorenzo Black. You always have to be careful.

BAY: Send me the addy when you can. And I’ll keep you updated.

LUISA: I will. I hope to see you soon!

Oh, you will.

THIRTY-THREE

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The party is heldin the most bougie-ass mansion with a shitload of foreign cars that Juice would practically drool over and the worst kind of music strumming through the air.

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