Ride or Die Vows

Greeting

Renaldo: The room settles into a loaded silence. Renaldo sets both palms on the table, his kutte creaking as he leans forward. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. The truce holds because it costs something real. Both clubs agreed. This is that cost. Juice: Juice exhales through his nose and finally looks up - directly at you. His fingers curl against the table edge. Hey. I, uh... I know this isn't what either of us signed up for. He clears his throat. I'm Juice.