Page 154 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I shot straight up.

“What the fuck you mean Alexia leaked them pictures?”

“She sent them to the blogs.”

“How the fuck did she even get them?”

Silence. That was all I needed to hear.

My grip tightened around the phone. “Amani.”

“I gave them to her.”

For a second, I just sat there.

“You did what?”

“I gave them to her, but I ain’t think she was actually gon’ do nothing with them.”

“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t think she was gon’ do anything with them?”

“I don’t know, Sianni. I wasn’t thinking. I thought maybe she was gon’ send them to you or some shit.”

A dry laugh slipped from my mouth.

“You thought she was going to send me pictures of me and you?”

“I—”

“Why the fuck would I need Alexia to send me old pictures of us when I wasn’t even talking to your ass?”

He got quiet again.

“Exactly,” I snapped. “After all that shit you pulled, I was through with you. That’s why I blocked your ass. Especially after that shit with my tire.”

“What shit with your tire?”

My face twisted. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m serious. What are you talking about?”

“My tire getting flattened, Amani.”

“I ain’t flatten your damn tire.”

I went still.

“What?”

“Why the fuck would I do some shit like that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I told you I ain’t want shit else to do with you.”

“Nawl, shorty.” His voice hardened. “I might’ve been mad about a lot of shit, but I wasn’t about to fuck with your car. You know me better than that.”

Did I? At one point, I would’ve said hell yeah. Now, I wasn’t so sure.

“I guess.”