Dust wouldn't pay dept

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"Efe lookin' for me."

"And?"

"And?! Bro! Efe's lookin' for me—and she never look for me."

Darius laughed, the sound of a shaker rattling in the background. Glass clicked against wood as the drink was passed to Justin.

"She your sister, bro. She always lookin' for you."

Justin took a sip—and spat it out instantly

"What the hell is this?! Trash…"

Daurin—tall, smooth in his movements—lifted a brow and murmured the name of an expensive French wine, the kind you sip like it's history.

Justin's eyes bulged.

"You—you opened that bottle? For me?"

Vex, the bartender with a short fuse and a mean stare, snatched the glass back and shot Justin a look. Justin just whistled like a guilty kid.

"C'mon, it don't taste that bad…"