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"Vincent’s going to becohed "We only need one college boy in the faan"

"Whoa, hold on I’h I could see the hope in his eyes Vincent’s dreao to law school He had this idea that if he got into the systeo become a lawyer; I felt it would distance him from me But I wanted the best for him His dreams were important to me, more than my oorries and concerns

"You’llon that college application"

"Shit, Logan, I’ve got two months until the deadline" Jared rolled his eyes atin me not to deck him

"That’s what you said last year and you ed the subject, and I turned away froot a Corolla"

"I noticed, sweet ride" Jared laughed

"Stay away," I warned him

"You taking it to Marty?" he questioned me

I shook my head "Nah, not this one" I kept rab a beer Marty was an old friend of my dad’s He ran a ave hih an auto dealerless and less and acting shadier and shadier I think it was because he didn’t like dealing with me He was used to my dad, who just took the ht, Marty would have most of the s froht with my dad and some of their friends I didn’t participate in either of those activities and Marty wasn’t too happy about it So now he offered less and less In fact, the last ti: take the cash offered or the carlot in the ht, and he’d hate to see theerprints I took thehim in the jaw because he had his two henchmen next to him But I knew after that, I couldn’t take another car to hi to take it?" Jared questioned h and strained "Anyways, I gotta help Vinny now You go wait on the pizza and we’ll talk later"

"Shit, I better go outside and wait before Dad goes crazy at the pizza guy for ringing the doorbell again"

"Yeah" I nodded in agreement "Do that" I watched as Jared walked out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and out the front door, and I let out a deep breath

"What’s up, Logan?" Vinny’s voice sounded worried

I looked up at hiotten he was still in the roo on with Marty?"

"Yeah, but it’ll be okay"

"He’s shady as fuck, isn’t he?" Vincent sighed and I saw that his fists were clenched "You let me deal with hio down there and show hio down there and inti to talk reason into hiood to " Vincent s hi until he cries like a bitch"

"We’re not going to do that, Vinny"

"Pussy"

"Watch your ht for anything anyway, you knohat the judge said"

"Yeah," he sighed "What are we going to do?"

"I don’t know"

"We got enough money for rent next ry Angry that ere in this position, angry that I hadn’t been able to do anything tohim to worry I knehat he would do if he kneorried, and the last thing I wanted was for hio to jail

"But not much more, huh?" He sat back, still worried but less stressed "You think you’ll be able to sell the Toyota?"

"Yeah" I nodded

"We could always ask Joey …?" Vincent’s voice trailed off, as I glared at him

"We don’t do business with Joey"

"It can’t hurt to do it this once"

"No" I shook my head vehemently "We don’t deal with the likes of hiain I’ve told you and Jared already We don’t o over this math nohat?" I opened the book back up, and as far as I was concerned, the subject was closed

I heard Vinny and Jared snoring as I walked to the bathroo downstairs; it sounded as if er I checked my watch and realized it was four am It was more likely that he had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV on I ran down the stairs so I could turn it off, but saw that he was sitting on the couch wide-eyed and staring, as if in a trance