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“My boy, my business. Just get me the fucking meeting, Parrish.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“Both,” he hollers into the phone. “I ain’t letting you go in there by yourself, without your patch.”

“No one fucks with my son, Parrish.”

“I hear you, brother.”

“Then hear this too…” Holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder, I crack my knuckles one by one. “… make the fucking call.”