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Kingston’s Ray-Bans slide down the bridge of his nose “This is my car”

I roll my eyes “I meant the fancy black one How many cars do you own anyway?”

He flashes a wicked sera, and a Ducati”

I fasten my seat belt and mumble, “Ah, the lifestyles of the rich and infamous”

I hs “I like nice vehicles Sue me”

I glance around the cabin as he pulls out of the driveway and spot a booster seat in the back “Uh why do you have a booster seat? I know you don’t have any other siblings Is there a Davenport love child I don’t know about?”

Kingston scowls “Probably more than one” When my eyes widen, he adds, “But not one of mine”

My lips for dawns “Oh”

I don’t have anything to say to that It’s obviously a touchy subject for him, so I drop it

“Are you going to tell ?”

“You’ll see” He pulls onto the main road and turns up the music

I bob ston drives As we pull onto the freeway heading south, I run through a list of places he could be taking me The possibilities becoh LA I’m confused as fuck when he takes a South Central exit This is where I grew up—I know these streets well We’re maybe three miles from my old apartment What I don’t know, is e’re here

“Kingston, what’s going on?”

He turns off the hborhood “Almost there”

“Almost where?”