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She looked back at Shameek before making her exit.
“We’ll be outside,” Shameek said as they walked out to give me and the lawyer privacy.
“This is what he wanted you to have. You can read it here or wait until you get home.”
Home? Home hadn't been the same since this shit happened. I felt it was best to read it here because I was able to hide my emotions. If I read the letter at home, depression was going to ease its way back in. I took the letter from the lawyer’s hand and took a seat back at the table. My hands were shaking as I opened the envelope.
Ky,
If you’re reading this, then a nigga didn’t make it home to you. I tried. I really did. Shit, I hated to even have to write this shit. It was the only way I would be able to give you my last words without everyone being in our fuckin’ business. You’re the only person who ever made me richer without askin’ me for a dolla. Because you never asked for anything, I made sure to give you the world. You turned the Flush into a legitimate money machine. Yo’ ass came in and flipped my shit from illegal to legal with the paperwork. It was you that kept us alive financially when everyone thinks it was me. I was just the face, but it was you behind the scenes checking numbers and challenging our accountants to get the shit right. Hell, you challenged me a few times. Ky, you made me a better man. At one point I thought I had lost you forever. I’ll never forgive myself for doing you wrong. I never had to question yo’ loyalty.
I want to leave you with this…don’t let NOBODY convince you that you don’t belong in my chair. Take the throne, queen and show these niggas how to handle business. And any fuck nigga that you think is doing something grimy, you get them handled. Immediately!
With love,
Rah
I let the tears fall on the paper as I folded it back and placed it in my purse.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Well, The Royal Flush is yours. I will now take over as your lawyer, and anything you need, I’m here. I do mean if you need anything handled, call me.”
I held my hand out to Lloyd and walked out of his office. Everyone who was talking when I walked out stopped. Shameek was the first one to stand.
“You straight?”
I nodded, unable to get any words past the lump in my throat. My daddy wasn’t in the room with us, but I knew his ass would pop up. He walked up and wrapped his arms around me.
“What did he say?”
“My husband,” my voice cracked. “Just reminded me who the fuck I am.”
Shameek smiled. “That’s my muthafuckin’ nigga.”
“He always knew what he was doing,” Pops added to the conversation.
“I still don’t know if I can do it,” I told them.
“You can. He wouldn’t have left it to you if he thought you couldn’t.”
I looked over at Shameek, and he just watched me.
“You don’t have to figure it out today,” my daddy said.
“Football season don’t wait on grief,” Pops said.
“I’ll go,” Shameek said. “I’ll make sure everything stays afloat until Kyenna is ready.”
“No,” I said.
“No?” Shameek frowned.
“If Rah left it to me, then I need to at least show my face.”
“I’ll go with you for support,” Shameek said.
