(Note: I had to change the aunt name from Keyshia to Marley. I realized I already use the name early.)
"That messed is old. The only person who brings it up is the kids grandmother." I didn't take a bit of the money; my sister had gotten from Hefty. They will be coming after the grandmother for the money."
Brice stomach turned queasy, looking over at Devon. "We shouldn't be discussing in front of the child."
Devon sat down on the floor with the trucks to examine each one for damage. "Be careful next time." He looked up at the both of them. "You could have scratched one."
Aunt Markley turned in his direction. "Keep them off the floor."
Do you know who runs the operation?" Brice whispered.
"The JLC's, they killed my sister off looking for the money he stole for Zetta. to set up their operation. You know the drug dealer who killed a while back." She grimaced at Brice. "In the news."
"That stabbed didn't teach you to keep out other people business did it?" Markley closed the door back.
Brice left the porch and saw Constance standing across the street. He continued down his side of the street. She ran across the street then entered his house.
"What do you want?" Brice asked after he stormed into his home. Constance sat on the upstairs landing.
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