He read them before she spoke. She’d been his woman a long time. She’d given him two sons. She’d given him a multitude of phenomenal orgasms. She’d given him her love. She’d given him redemption. She’d told him he turned her world to color. She made his life complete.

“Lenny wouldn’t let her back on the road in that car,” she said to Tack quietly, but the room could hear. “He said it’s a heap. Tack, honey, Lenny says it’ll take nearly four thousand dollars’ worth of parts and labor to make it safe.”

“Do it,” he said shortly.

“That car isn’t worth that,” she replied.

“She gonna take a free car from us?” he asked.

“Not likely,” she answered.

“Tell Lenny to do it.”

Her lips curved up.

He knew what that meant. It meant he’d get her appreciation for his kindness for a girl he didn’t know later.

He didn’t do it for that.

But he was looking forward to it.

“What does get down on her knees mean?” Joker asked, and Red twisted to him as Tack lifted his eyes to his brother. “She tell you that?”

When his wife didn’t answer, Tack glanced at her to see her looking at Hop and Boz.

They were closest to Joker.

It was a warning.

Tack came alert.

She gave her attention to Joker. “She was really upset, Joker. She shared a great deal.”

“She share that?” Joker bit off.

“Yes,” Tyra said quietly.

“And?” Joker prompted.

“Brother—” Hop started, beginning to unfold his body from his chair.

“And?” Joker barked, his focus on Red.

“Her ex-husband is fond of filing motions. As part of these motions, and him winning them, it means she doesn’t receive child support regardless that his income is more than triple hers. Therefore, she’s no longer able to pay an attorney’s fees,” Tyra answered.

“That isn’t answering my question, Cherry,” Joker said like a warning.

Tyra’s best girl, his daughter, some of her family, and many of her friends called his woman Ty-Ty. He called her Red. His brothers called her Cherry.

“She met one who expressed he’d like an alternate form of payment.”

Hop and Boz got close. His son, Rush, not stupid, also moved to do the same.

They did it, but they knew Joker better.

He didn’t lose it.

He got cold in the way the entire room felt a chill.

“Name,” he whispered.

Tyra looked to Tack.

Tack looked to Joker.

“She’ll give it to Boz and Hound. They’ll deal with him,” he declared.

“Oh no they won’t,” Joker replied.

“Who’s she to you?” Tack asked.

“Not your business,” Joker answered.

“Saw what I saw in my own club, Joker. Saw it, didn’t like it. No mother should go through what I witnessed today. Saw you watchin’ her go through it. Don’t get it. Who is she to you?”

“Brother, not gonna repeat myself,” Joker returned.