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“You have no choice but to. Let him be him. I’ll see you when I get off.”

After we hung up, I finished my slight packing then went into my office. The thought of taking it apart gave me straight up anxiety because I had to beg Kolton’s complaining ass to help me put everything together. Then again, my life had changed so much since then. The only man in my life wasn’t just my twin anymore.

SIXTEEN

Posydiann

I stood at the pier, eyes on the water, half-listening to what Killah was saying. He was giving me an update on everything that happened in my absence. When he said he had it, I believed him, so lowkey the update wasn’t necessary. Though he ran hot often, he was fully capable of dealing with the things, which was why we did so well over the years. I didn’t have to think for him and a whole ass organization, he had his own brain. There had been a raid on three of our warehouses, but just as we planned, there was nothing in them. Anything illegal had been moved out.

“So then we go see what’s to this Tavern McDanial?” I asked, eyes going from Killah to Kal.

Kal pushed the folder toward me. “Killah had me pull whatever was available on her.”

When I opened it, I began to look through. Nothing stood out too much until I reached her financials. She lived beyond her means, spending way over the eighty-five thousand she made a year.

“Everybody has a price.”

“But she’s climbing the ladder according to this. So I’m sure somebody like this her isn’t looking to fuck up,” Kal said.

“True, but it’s either the ladder or life. And that ladder ain’t worth her life. We should find out. According to this, she’s at the park district. Shorty coaches her daughter’s basketball team during her spare time.”

Killah nodded. “Works for me.”

It wasn’t long before we all piled into Killah's truck.

“How was your honeymoon?” Killah asked, recklessly pulling away from the curb.

“Nice as fuck. I almost didn’t wanna come back to this bullshit,” I responded honestly.

Kal laughed. “Sounds like a fucking dream. When I married Kim, we went to The Dells and took the family. Ain’t fuck once in that cabin.”

I busted up laughing because I dead ass remembered Killah clowning him.

“Glad you are laughing. Shit was slam ass horrible.” He shook his head. “Probably why we are where we are.”

I didn’t respond, my attention going to Syn. I hadn’t been away from her for a whole three hours and was already ready to get home and in her face. I had gone from missing her and not being able to be in her space and around her to trying not to develop some fucking grown man attachment issues. I was well on my way because lowkey I always felt the need to be touching her or looking at her. Touching her assured me better than anything though.

I pulled out my phone with every intention of calling her when I saw I had a missed text from her.

Syn: Hypothetically if I said I missed you. Would you meet me at your house?

Me: Home?? As fast as I could get one of these niggas to drop me off.

Me: Why you ain’t there? Where u at?

Syn: Stopped to get my nails done. May meet Patience for shopping in a few.

Syn: Junnie is coming by with pizza on the patio.

Me: Sent Apple Pay $5,000

Syn: What’s that for?

Syn: Psy!

Me: Your nails. I’ll see you when I get in. Tell Junnie her ass can’t stay all night either.

“We’re here, ol’ caking ass nigga.” Killah’s voice snatched my attention from my phone.