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"Now if you can, and I need this on the low."

"Always. Send me the address and I'll handle it personally instead of sending one of my guys."

"’Preciate that. Just hold onto them until I figure out what I want to do."

"Anything legal I need to be worried about?"

"Nah, off the grid. No cops will be involved on either side."

"Aight, bet. I got you."

I ended the call and sent him a text with Makari's address. Arson had been down with me for years and I wouldn't have to worry about him running his mouth about what he picked up and where. I paid him generously for his time so he never had any complaints.

By the time I went to check on Makari, I found her heading my way with my baby girl dressed in jeans, tiny Doc Martins, and a black hoodie. Her face lit up and she reached for me as soon as she was close enough. That shit made my chest tight every single time.

"Why do you have my baby looking like a thug?" I asked as soon as I had her in my arms.

"She's cute, she doesn't look like a thug."

I lifted my eyes to Makari who was dressed similarly, but her jeans were baggy, ripped in some spots, and the hoodie she had on was cropped with a black tank top under it. "Y'all look like you're about to run up on somebody with them damn hoodies and boots on."

"Shut up, we don't." She grinned and moved past me, heading to the kitchen with Avi's diaper bag draped over her shoulder. I followed and watched her remove several bottles and put them in the side pockets. "How long are we going to be gone?"

"Not sure, I haven't really worked out the details yet. Take enough."

She nodded and grabbed a few more packs of milk that she kept in clear disposable pouches. "What about your truck? Did you get that figured out?"

"Yeah, I have somebody coming by to get it and your car."

"Oh, does that mean one of our stops is a dealership?"

I smirked. "Nah, that's not how we do it. You pick what you want and I'll have it delivered."

She glanced at me over her shoulder while organizing the milk. "So damn extra."

"That's not being extra, that's being private. I don't need a bunch of people all up in my business or yours. If you want to go to the dealership. you can, just pick what you want, let me know, and I'll take care of it."

"Anything?"

"Within reason. I'm not buying your ass a Maybach or no shit like that to replace a 2000 Camry."

"Hey, don't talk trash about my Camry. It's a good reliable car and it's not two thousand. It's only a year old, so practically new."

"New to you, that damn car isn't a year old."

She shrugged. "Okay, new to me, but it's still a nice car."

"Aight then, since you love that shit so much, I'll replace it with the exact model you have."

"That's fine with me."

She meant that too. I loved that she wasn't trying to hit my pockets. Regardless, she was going to match my standard of living. I damn sure had it to give and she deserved that, but before I could get the words out, she hit me with a follow up.

"But…I'm also not a dummy. If I have the ability to get my dream car, on your dime, then I'm damn sure going to run that up."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." I chuckled, kissing my baby's cheeks. "And what about you, pretty? What kinda ride you want to flex in? Daddy's gonna buy you one in every color."

She slapped her tiny palms on my face and lunged at me with a slobbery kiss.