“Don’t fucking ‘yo’ me. Where the fuck are you and be careful how you answer me. I ain’t in the mood to hear some shit about you and Lace.”
“I just left my N.A. meeting,” he explained.
I couldn’t get mad at the fucker for not answering his phone—not when he was off bettering himself and making a life for him and my girl.
“Cobra called—some shit with the cops is going down. Wolf and Pipe were arrested. I don’t know if anyone else was too but their bringing them down to the seventy-ninth precinct. I’m leaving the prison now but it will be awhile before I get back.”
“It’s been too fucking quiet,” he growled into the phone. “I’m on my way.”
“I’ll meet you there,” I say before disconnecting the call and shove my phone inside my pocket, revving my engine before peeling away from the prison.
Blackie was right—it’s been too quiet.
Only Satan knows what’s coming.