Page 337 of When a Soul Cries

"You did."

Her brows pulled together. "When?"

Kai released her wrist and leaned a little closer. "Every time you answer my calls."

Zari snatched her hand back, but the smile she was fighting gave her away.

I looked at Sol.

Sol looked at me, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

I shook my head.

Those two were fucked.

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The Hollis contract had done exactly what we'd hoped it would do.

Then more.

The first project took off. That brought another contract. Then another.

Expansion moved outside Georgia. Investors came in. New partnerships followed.

And somewhere in the middle of all that growth, the numbers crossed into territory Kai and I never imagined reaching.

The day our financial team showed us the updated valuation, Kai stared at the screen for damn near thirty seconds.

Then he leaned toward me.

"Nigga."

I turned my head slightly. "What?"

His eyes stayed glued to the number on the screen. "We rich-rich."

I laughed until my stomach hurt.

Two niggas who once made money in the streets were now billionaires.

Both of us.

But standing outside Soul Haven that afternoon, I understood something I hadn't when I was younger.

Money was useful.

But it wasn't the prize.

This was.

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"Mrs. Devereaux?"

One of the foundation coordinators approached us with a smile.

"We're ready," she said, gesturing toward the ribbon and the crowd waiting near the entrance.