I’ve always liked my privacy. My crew understood and accepted me as I was. So when a twelve year old kid shows up saying he’s my little brother and has nowhere else to go, I’m not sure I can handle it. He’s hurt, scared, and I’m all he’s got. But I don’t know shit about taking care of a preteen with trust issues and when Prez’s little sister steps in to help, I have to figure out how to take care of my brother while resisting a years old want for the woman I can’t have.
What the hell was I thinking saying yes?
