Page 20 of Heavy Is The Crown

Tyra ignored her. She was too busy sizing up Kenyatta like he was a fresh Birkin bag that had just hit the shelves.

“I knew you was gon’ stop fuckin’ with them soft-ass niggas one day. You needed a real one.”

Kenyatta smirked, looking at Krys now, waiting to see how she would handle this. She was seconds away from strangling him.

Before she could, the front door of the house swung open, and two more dudes stepped outside; Tez and another man, both pausing mid-conversation when they saw Krys’ car.

Tez, tall and dark-skinned with golds flashing in his mouth, pointed. “Who the hell pullin’ up like they FBI?”

The other dude, lighter-skinned with too many tattoos for his own good whistled low. “Damn. Who that?”

Krys rolled her eyes. Great. Now she was on display.

Tez snorted, walking up to the car slithering his arm around Tyra’s waist. “Nigga, why you ain’t tell us you was getting dropped off in a goddamn Maybach?”

Krys spoke up before Kenyatta could. “It’s a Benz.”

Tyra waved her off. “Bitch, same thing.”

The tattooed one was still looking at her, intrigued. “You got a sister?”

Krys sighed, unbothered. She was used to this shit.

Kenyatta, however, let out a low, amused chuckle. “Don’t even try, bruh. She mean as hell.”

Tez laughed, dapping Kenyatta up through the window. “Damn. So, this yo girl?”

Krys pointed a perfectly manicured finger at both of them. “No, the hell, I am NOT.”

Kenyatta just shrugged, playing too much. “She shy bruh.”

Krys’ head whipped toward him so fast his smirk widened.

Tyra hooted. “Ooooh, I like him for you, cousin. This your friend, Bae?” She had turned to Tez.

Tez nodded. “Yup, this my nigga.”

Krys let out an exasperated sigh. “Tyra, go home.”

Tyra broke free from Tez. “This is home.”

Tez shook his head, laughing. “Man, you play too much.”

Krys snorted, grateful somebody had sense.

Kenyatta nodded, finally pushing the door open. “A’ight, I’m out.”

As soon as he stepped out, the streetlights hit him just right. The way he carried himself, the easy confidence in his stride. Krys hated that her eyes followed him.

Tyra noticed immediately.

“Uh huh. Bitch, you smitten.”

Krys rolled her eyes. “Smitten? Bitch, be quiet.”

Kenyatta leaned down one last time, smiling at her. “Appreciate the ride, Bae.”

Krys scowled. “You so fucking annoying.”

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