Page 65 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 3

The line went quiet.

I glanced around the patio. There were security guards posted around the property, but none of them were close enough to hear me.

I lowered my voice anyway.

“PB is trying to take my daughter from me, and I’m not letting that shit happen.”

Rah remained silent.

“He told me he’s filing for full custody of Summer.”

“What that got to do with me?”

“Every time PB gave me money, I didn’t spend all of it. I put plenty of that shit to the side. I can give you ten thousand.”

“Give me ten bands for what?”

I stared through the patio door at Rah Jr. He was sitting on the floor now, pushing one of his toy cars across the rug.

“To take him out.”

Rah laughed. “Man, you tripping.”

“I’m not fucking playing, Rah.”

He continued laughing, but I didn’t say anything else.

Eventually, his laughter faded.

“I want him dead,” I said.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

“You serious?”

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

“A hunnid,” he finally said.

My eyebrows pulled together. “A hundred what?”

“100k. I’m not killing no nigga for ten fucking bands, especially not that nigga. I know you got more money than that, so either you run me 100k, or I’m not doing shit. And I need half up front.”

For a split second, I wondered if I was taking this too far.

Then I pictured PB standing across from me, calling me a snake. Telling me I was dead to him.

I put the phone back to my ear.

“50k. That’s my final offer, and you’ll get it in cash once the job is done.”

“Man, fuck no. I just told you I need half up front.”

“And how the fuck am I supposed to hand you 25k when PB has security watching my every move? One of them is walking around the property right now. You know I have the money, Rah. Handle the job, and I got you.”

He went silent.

“Aight…you better not be playing with me, Paisley.”