He sighs, turning to face Sugar, Ray, and Frankie who are sitting in the backseat. You’re next to him, frowning. “I’m not bringing my girl into this.” He murmurs, making eye contact with Frankie. “Jimmy, c’mon-“ “No. I’m not bringing my girl into this.” He repeats.

His dark brown hair falls over his blue eyes, his tattooed hands placed between the seats. “Go do your thing and leave us out of it.” He says, opening the door so they can get out of his car.