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“What else I need to say? I knew the nigga was gone when he would break his neck every time Lloyd would come around. I knew something was wrong with his ass then.”

“You could’ve kept that part,” I said.

“How does Lloyd feel about this?” my mama asked.

“Why is everyone obsessed wit’ Lloyd?” I asked.

“Because he liked Kyenna, and I think he deserves to know so he can move on with his life as well.”

“I’ll talk to him about it,” Kyenna said.

I looked at her ass with a mug, and Jaharee burst out laughing. I knew I had to trust Kyenna to handle that without me breathing down her damn neck. The tension at the table had finally lifted. For months, we had been sneaking throughout the night to see each other without getting caught. After dinner, Jaharee caught me and Kyenna out back by the pool.

“So, y’all two nasty muthafuckas just been creeping all around the compound, huh?”

“I knew I couldn’t tell you too early because we didn’t know what this was,” Kyenna told her.

“You’re fucking up our girl code. You know we tell each other everything,” Jaharee said.

“Some things she can’t tell you,” I said.

This was the first time I was able to touch her around anyone.

“Well, don’t mess this up. She’s my best friend, and I would hate to have to take her side because you went to moving funny.”

“Jah, I got this. Now go on about yo’ business.”

Jaharee waved me off and walked off.

“I need you to grab some clothes and stay with me for the night,” I told Kyenna. “Now that I don’t have to hide it anymore, I want you with me.”

“My boundaries still stand. No possessiveness.”

“Ky, I get the boundaries, but you’re mine now, so that comes wit’ the territory. And when you go talk to that fuck nigga, make that shit quick.”

Right before she was about to say something smart, my phone went off.

“You go ahead and get that. I’m about to head home and grab some stuff.”

Kyenna gave me a quick kiss and got up to head back in the house.

“Talk to me,” I answered the phone.

“I found movement on one of Nikki’s accounts.”

I turned to make sure no one was within earshot of this conversation.

“What kind?”

“It was something from cloud storage. It was an encrypted file sent.”

“Can you see where it was sent? Fuck! I need you workin’ harder.”

“I’m trying to trace it. The shit was sent to an account that is just as protected.”

“Was anything downloaded?”

“Not yet. I’m going to keep digging to see where the file went. Once it’s opened or downloaded, I’ll be able to see then.”