Amare
Jareem’s scowl deepened the moment he saw me.
“I got arrested. I didn’t get booked.” Confusion crossed his face. “I can see you aren’t too happy about that.”
“Ain’t nobody snitch. The fuck sense would that make?” I snarled at him. “I don’t know why I wasn’t charged but I ain’t about to ask questions.” Not trying to take the conversation any further, I changed the subject. “I’m here to get my things and my cut so I can get on with my life.”
I knitted my brows together as if I had no idea what he was talking about. “What you mean it wasn’t successful? You got what we went in there for. I almost lost my freedom again because of it. I want my money and then I’m done with the Magicians and anything associated with TSE.” It sounded good but the one thing I wanted to reacquaint myself with was Jolee. If for nothing more than to get answers to the questions swirling around in my head. I had a lot after sitting in that cell.
“My fault? I did what I was supposed to do. If you hadn’t been so thirsty to grab it, then we wouldn’t have been in that predicament. And if you dropped it that has nothing to do with me. You fucked up.”
I pressed down so hard on my teeth I thought my jaw would explode. I was helpless. Whether I wanted to accept it, Jareem had the upper hand, and I was his puppet.
