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man. Sean flew into an immediate rage. He had been waiting years to get his hands on Sunny’s stepfather.
    Sunny had been Sean’s best friend since the day he’d met her and he loved her from a place so deep inside of him that he sometimes couldn’t explain the things he had done and gotten into with her growing up thus far.
    â€œPlease, Sean. I just don’t want you to do something stupid and end up in prison. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” Sunny sobbed. “Let’s just leave. Let karma deal with his sick ass,” she urged, shooting an evil eye at her helpless, groveling stepfather.
    Seeing Sunny so upset made something inside of Sean soften as usual. He turned back toward Sunny’s cowering stepfather and placed the Glock against the man’s temple.
    â€œYou fucking lucky nigga. If you ever fucking touch her again, you might as well cut your own dick off and swallow it because next time I won’t have any mercy on your ass,” Sean said through his teeth. He grabbed Sunny and pulled her out of the house. Once they were back on his grandmother’s porch next door, Sean turned to Sunny with a look of love in his eyes.
    â€œIt’s time for us to get a place of our own. You’ll be my roommate and I’ll take care of you until you can get on your feet,” he told her with sincerity. Sean was making enough money now that he was helping his grandmother with her bills, buying his own clothes and practically taking care of Sunny already.
    Sunny threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, her tears wetting his neck.
    â€œI love you, best friend,” she cried. He couldn’t say a word to that.
    Something inside of Sean changed that day. He had too much pride to admit that he was in love with Sunny, who all these years had just been his best friend and nothing more. He couldn’t see himself telling her he loved her, only for her tough girl to come out and say something smart in return. Sean decided he’d keep that information to himself until the time was right. If the time was ever right.
    As they stood there embracing, a long, sleek, smoke gray big-body Mercedes-Benz pulled up in front of the house.
    â€œAye, lovebirds! What’s the word!” Fox called out from the Benz.
    Sean quickly unhooked himself from Sunny and stepped away from her like she had a disease. Sunny blushed, waved at Fox and scurried into Sean’s grandmother’s house. Sean put on his best Fox imitation walk and bopped over to Fox’s car. Sean leaned down into the open passenger side front window, trying not to look so flushed from his encounter with Sunny and her stepfather.
    â€œYou in love! I see that shit all over your face,” Fox joked. Obviously Sean’s efforts to hide his emotions hadn’t worked on the man who knew him so well.
    â€œNah, nah. She’s just my best friend. She’s like my sister, man . . . you know that,” Sean replied, his cheeks still burning.
    â€œYeah, I used to say that same shit about Mook. The chance I never took and never got to take in the end,” Fox replied, his voice trailing off a bit.
    â€œAnyway, I guess when you’re ready to admit that you love that little fine thing you will. For now, get in. Let’s talk,” Fox said, flashing his signature sparkly smile. Sean hurriedly got into the Benz. He gave Fox some dap with one hand and dug into his pocket for a knot of money with the other. Sean handed the money to Fox eagerly like he did every time his mentor and boss showed up.
    â€œDayum, boy . . . you just like Mook. All business, all good, all the time,” Fox complimented, flicking through the stack of cash real quick. Sean loved to get compliments from Fox, so he was smirking to keep himself from all out cheesing.
    â€œListen, you been really putting in that work. I see you out here living your mother’s legacy. I’m telling you, she would’ve been