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“You kno’ what the problem is? You think because you can handle yourself, you don’t need nobody watchin’ yo’ back. That’s cool when you kno’ where the threat comin’ from. We don’t. Until I kno’ who put them bullets in my brother, I’m not takin’ no chances wit’ you.”
She picked her pen up and tapped it on her desk.
“Look, I didn’t come to argue wit’ you.”
“What did you come for then?”
“You wanted to kno’ any updates. I just handled a nigga about Rah. He was talkin’ ‘bout details of that night. I figure I take they ass out one by one, I’ll eventually make it to the trigga puller.”
She leaned back in the chair. “Thank you for telling me. I want to know everything. Names included.”
“Kyenna, I’m not puttin’ you in street business.”
“My husband was murdered. That is my business.”
“And knowin’ too much makes you a target.”
“I run Royal Flush. I’m already a fucking target, Meek. Ain’t that why you got niggas guarding me?”
My phone started ringing in my pocket. I checked it and saw Nikki’s name. I silenced it because I know I told her ass earlier that I was handling business and would get with her later. She called again before I could put the phone in my pocket.
“You better answer before she blames me.”
“How you kno’ who it is?”
“Because only a woman calls back to back.”
“She doesn’t blame you for shit.”
“Please, I catch her rollin’ her eyes whenever we run into each other lately. Usually we have a small conversation. Now she just gives me this dry ass greeting with the eye roll.”
“Damn, she been on that?”
“Yeah, but I get it. You’ve been making sure everyone else is straight during this time. She may feel neglected, so get out of here and go see about her.”
“I’ll holla at you later. Remember…”
“Driver. Meek, I got it.”
By the time I made it halfway across Flush, my phone started ringing again with Nikki’s number.
“What’s up?”
“I thought you said we were going to talk.”
“We are.”
“When?”
“Man, I’m on the way.”
CHAPTER 15
KYENNA
Amonth later…
The house had never been so quiet. Not even the day Rah died. Silence had become so familiar to me over the last few months, but today felt different. Today wasn’t just another lonely day. It was the day I was supposed to be waking up beside my husband, pretending to be surprised by whatever gift he had hidden from me while he swore he wasn’t buying me shit this year. Instead, I woke up to an empty side of the bed. I rolled over and stared at the indentation that no longer existed. Strange how our expensive mattress had adjusted to just me sleeping alone. I reached over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
