“Shut the fuck up. I had the kids last night, and Kim wanted to do my hair and nails this morning.” He pushes whatever paperwork he’s working on to the side. Thank fuck Cora doesn’t make me do shit like that. All she wants me to do is play video games and watch anime. He has a boy and a girl.

Ever since college, he’s been wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a judge. You have to watch yourself around Logan, though—he’s manipulative and a con artist. His father was caught accepting bribes from criminals in exchange for lenient sentences, and on his first day of attending law school, Logan got a phone call that his dad had died from a heart attack in prison, leaving his schizophrenic mom a widow. He has so many psychological issues he makes the Joker from Batman look sane. I thought I had issues.

“Are you in some more deep shit?” He leans back in his executive chair. He wears a light blue vest with a white dress shirt. His face is tan, and he has diamond studs in both ears. Back in college, Matt and I used to call him a pretty boy, because all the girls said he looked like a male model. “I can’t keep bailing you out if you keep committing crimes.”

“If I wasn’t committing crimes, you wouldn’t be in business.”

“You got a point there.” He scrunches up his nose and shakes his head.

“What are you working on?” I arch an eyebrow.

“I’m defending a sixteen-year-old boy being charged with first-degree murder for killing his parents with a butcher knife because they took his car away.” He rubs his chin.

“Really? Holy shit. You still get murder cases?” I don’t see how he can work around this shit, it seems like a very stressful job. He never talks about what’s going on at work.

“Yeah, just the other day, I had to defend a guy for killing his wife and her boyfriend because he caught them in the act. It used to fuck with me in the beginning, but after working almost seven years at this job, I’ve gotten used to hearing shit like this. The world is one fucked-up place.”

We are quiet for a few moments. I’ll take running a bank over doing this type of shit.

“You remember some guy named Ryan from college?” I cross my right leg over my left and rub my hands together.

“The fucker who was on the wrestling team with me, Ryan Jackson?”

I nod. “He used to date Gia.”

“That shitface was mean and a bully. He broke Alfred’s nose because he said he looked at him wrong. Darien and Matt told me you’re dating her when we went to Ocean Prime last week. What the fuck are you up to, Gunz?”