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“I’m happy to meet you, Quinny. I’ve been praying one of my knuckleheaded sons would meet their soulmate soon. Kenji, you better keep an eye on her. You have a beauty on your hands.” Quinny blushed at his compliment.

“Thank yo—” Quinny started to say, only for Regina to make her presence known.

“Who is this?” Regina asked, giving Quinny a look of disgust.

“Regina, this is Quinny, Kenji’s soulmate,” my dad said, stepping back and wrapping his arm around her waist. In true Regina fashion, she was dressed in a blue and white ball gown that looked like she’d kept it from the Dark Ages.

Regina’s thin lips pressed together as she remarked, “I figured you would want someone on the smaller side, seeing as all your other whores were on the skinny side.”

I chuckled, but not the friendly kind. It was a warning that my dad knew very well. I didn’t care about it being Regina’s party. I’d cuss her the fuck out for coming for my soulmate. Nobody talked about her sickly-looking ass, yet she always tried to find something negative to say about anybody else. Regina had the right one tonight. She’d leave this bitch in tears if she came for Quinny again.

“Regina, we talked about your mouth. Watch it,” my dad warned, giving her a look that she quickly cut her eyes from. Clearing his throat, my dad turned back towards us. “Your brothers are over by the bar. Why don’t you go check in with them?”

I nodded my head and headed in the direction my dad had pointed in.

“I can’t believe she really was a bitch,” Quinny said, sounding shocked about Regina’s ass.

“I told you so,” I responded calmly, and I saw Quinny roll her eyes out the corner of my eye.

“If your brother is here, that means Sutton’s gonna be here?” Quinny asked with hopeful eyes.

I hated to be the bearer of bad news, but I highly doubted Sutton was here. If I knew Benji like I did, he had Melinda with him.

I sighed, not wanting to tell my brother’s business, but I wasn’t finna lie to my soulmate either.

“Kenji,” Quinny called my name after a few seconds of me not responding. She pulled me by the back of my arm. I turned to face her, placing my hands in my pockets. Quinny gave me a dirty expression.

“Man, I doubt your sister is here,” I said, giving her full eye contact.

“If Benji is here, why isn’t Sutton here?” Quinny squinted her eyes at me, placing her hands on her hips.

I shrugged, not wanting to get into all that, but I guess if we were about to meet up with him, it only made sense to tell Quinny now. “He’s probably here with Melinda.”

“Who the fuck is Melinda, and where is Sutton while he’s here with another bitch?”

“Shit, Ion know, but I’m sure she good wherever she is.”

“Y’all mutha fuckas got me and my sister confused with some dumb bitches. I don’t know what the fuck you and your brother got going on, but leave me and Sutton the fuck out of it,”

Quinny said as our eyes locked in a silent war, anger burning between the two of us. Quinny was pissed about Sutton, and she had me heated with how she was talkin’ to me. Quinny clearly underestimated who the fuck I was. I wasn’t finna keep repeating myself when it came to telling her how to talk to me. I got she was pissed, but what Benji did, I couldn’t control, and neither could she. I had my thoughts on what Benji should have done, of course. At the end of the day, that was their mateship at risk, not ours. Quinny had to learn to separate herself from Sutton’s situation. I hadn’t lied to her. I didn’t have another bitch. Her anger, I didn’t deserve. Maybe Benji, but not me.

I kissed my teeth, trying to reel in my anger. “Aye, Quinny, I know you pissed, but take that shit out on the right person. Stop talkin’ to me like I’m a bitch when I ain’t did shit to you,” I grunted, stepping up in her personal space. Fearlessly, Quinny didn’t back down; she stared up at me with the same fire in her eyes.

“You knew about the shit yo’ brother has going on, yet you didn’t tell me. Take me home so I can call Sutton. Better yet, go ask yo’ bitch-ass brother where my sister is and take me to her!”

“I’m not doin’ shit until you check yo’ fuckin’ self, and it’s better if you do it because if I have to, you ain’t gone fuck with me once I’m done,” I warned Quinny, meaning every word.

“I—”

“Everything okay?” Benji’s dumb ass asked, cutting Quinny off and placing his hand on my shoulder.

I shook his hand off, turning around to face him, with Melinda at his side. “Nah,” I bitterly replied. I wasn’t mad at Benji, more annoyed that his shit was bleeding into my relationship with my soulmate.

“My bad,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I was just coming to speak before we left.”

“Where the fuck is my sister?” Quinny evilly asked Benji with a matching glare.

A look of guilt crossed Benji’s face as he looked at me desperately for help.