Even after all of the chaos, Lucius was the happiest boy he could have been the following week. Elená had flown over to Miami to join Lucius in a family cookout. When he first saw her, he ran up to her but stopped shocked at how much she'd grown. "¿Qué? Ve algo que te guste, Ángel." Lucius took this as his que to nearly suffocate her in a hug. Elená laughed, not expecting his sudden joy.
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At the function, while Mike and Marcus were arguing about how should get the grill, even though it was a public grill in a public park, Reggie walked up with an apron on and a dish full of chicken wings. "Reggie, whatchu doin'?" Marcus asked. "Requesting permission to cook my chicken, sir." suddenly, Mike and Marcus burst into laughter. "Reggie, get on somewhere."
"Yeah, back the fuck up." but when they turned around, Reggie didn't leave, causing Marcus to think. "Mike," he whispered. "He did kill 15 people at the house." Mike paused before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'm gonna make the potato salad." he said. "I'm gonna set the tables." Mike and Marcus turned around and saluted Reggie. "Permission granted, Reggie." they said before backing off. Reggie, loving the fact he finally earned Marcus' respect, cracked a satisfied smile.
After he was done cooking, he made himself a plate and approached Armando. "Do you mind?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to him. Armando picked a stray chicken none out of his teeth and shook his head. "Go ahead." he said. Mike and Marcus stared at Reggie and Armando conversing. "Are they... getting along?" Marcus asked in disbelief. Mike and Marcus looked at each other. It looks like the term 'Bad Boys' had been stolen from them.
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Bad Boys Ride or Die: How to Get Away With Fraud
ActionThe 2nd book is finally here!** Lucius rejoins the bad boys with his father to prove the innocence of the late Captain Howard. ** Don't think this is the last one**
