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do.”
    “I know. I know. I do be comin’ up with ’em, don’t I? But naw, this is somethin’ light.”
    “What’s up?”
    “Won’t you ask ya pop to give my girl a gig?”
    “Leah?” I asked.
    “Yeah. She be buggin’ about bein’ bored and wantin’ somethin’ to do during the day. I figured I would ask y’all ’cause y’all like family, so it won’t be no long, drawn-out application process. Plus, from what I saw today, y’all could use somebody here to open this bitch up on time, ya kna mean.”
    I didn’t respond right away, and Kenny felt the need to fill the dead space.
    “I mean, think about it. Ask ya pop. See what he say and get back with me, that’s all.”
    “All right, yeah, I’ll do that,” I said, walking Kenny out of my dad’s office and to the front door of the shop.
    “Try to get him to do it, though,” Kenny added as he walked over to his car. “’Cause on top of everything, we could really use the extramoney, even if it’s just ’til we get enough for the retainer. Wouldn’t wanna have to fight this case with a PD. Shit like that’ll have niggas ready to tell on everybody just for a lighter sentence. Ya know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?”
    I couldn’t help my eyebrows from bending as I deciphered what Kenny was saying. I hoped he wasn’t insinuating that if I didn’t get Leah a job, he would alert authorities that I had a part to play in that shit he got caught up in. I hoped he wasn’t taking things to that level. I mean, granted, he looked out for me in the past, and I owed him for it. But I hated that he took advantage of that fact. And I knew he felt like as long as he had something to hold over my head, he could get me to do just about anything for him. But that wasn’t the case, and I needed for him to know that before things got too out of hand. I needed to nip shit in the butt, and just as I was about to, he called himself, cleaning his shit up.
    “Aww, nigga, I’m just fuckin’ witchu.” He laughed. “I wouldn’t do no shit like that. But please get my girl a gig before she nag me to death.”
    I nodded. “I’m goin’ see what I can do,” I said, still feeling uneasy about the indirect threat he threw at me. He may have said he was joking, but knowing Kenny the way I did, it was no telling with that nigga. He could be a shady mothafucka sometimes.
    Just as Kenny pulled out of his parking spot, my dad pulled in it. The loud roar of the Viper engine stopped abruptly as my dad turned off the ignition and hopped out the truck.
    The first thing that came out my dad’s mouth was, “What was that nigga here for?”
    “Oh, Kenny?”
    “Yeah. What he want?”
    I followed my dad in the shop, walking fast to keep up with his pace. “He didn’t want nothin’ like that. He just wanted me to ask you could you give his girl a job.”
    “What? What I look like, givin’ that nigga’s girl a job? What I look like, givin’ anybody he refer a job? So they can do what he did and jeopardize not only my business but my life! He must be smokin’ dope!”
    “I know. I thought the same thing. But the way he broke it down to me, it ain’t like that,” I said, beginning my attempt at trying to convince my dad otherwise.
    “Yo, where’s everybody at?” my dad asked as he walked into his office. “It’s ten minutes to nine, and I ain’t got no secretary here to answer them phones that’s about to start ringing, no frame guy, no painter, not even a manager to manage the mafuckas if they was here! It look like I’m goin’ be firing a whole lot of people today!” my dad snapped.
    Then Brock called out from the floor, “I’m here, Vic!”
    “Yeah, just my luck. The mafuckin’ janitor the only mafucka on time in this bitch!”
    I smirked at the insult and reminded myself to bust on Brock about it later. But now was the time to press my dad to give Leah a job. I mean, Kenny said he was joking about rattin’ me out if I didn’t pull strings for him on