Page 98 of Heavy Is The Crown

“Look, bruh, ain’t no such thing as free money in Trinity,” Jay-1 said, voice serious. “You know that. Ain’t like you went in tryna set up no payment plan. That money been on ice for seven years. Rico ain’t the type to be forgetful.”

Jay-1 continued, “That’s what he said. And best believe? That nigga dead ass serious.”

Kenyatta was already shaking his head. “Nah. I ain’t in that life no more.”

Jay-1 let out a sharp laugh, pacing. “Yeah? Tell that tohim. Rico don’t give a fuck about your lil’ fresh start story. He want his bread.”

Kenyatta flexed his hands, jaw locking up. He knew how this worked. Rico wasn’t coming for no sit-down talk. This wasn’t finna be no “let me get to it when I get to it” type of deal.

You owe. You pay. It didn’t matter if it had been seven years or seventy. And the way Jay-1 was looking at him; yeah, this wasn’t just a warning, this was a countdown.

Jay-1 leaned against the desk next to him.

“Look, I ain’t come here to stress you out,” Jay-1 said, voice lighter like he was about to present some brilliant solution.

Kenyatta already knew where this was headed. “A run,” he muttered.

Jay-1 nodded. “One run. Quick play. We get in, get out, hit a quick flip, break him off, and you straight.”

Kenyatta stared at him. “And if I say no?”

Jay-1 whistled low, rocking back on his heels. “Then you already know what’s gon’ happen.”

Kenyatta knew exactly what was going to happen.

Jay-1 studied him, smirking. “So, what’s up with you and Ms. Boss Lady?”

Kenyatta cut him a look. “What?”

Jay-1 leaned against the desk, grin widening. “You heard me. You hit that yet?”

Kenyatta exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Man, you need to chill.”

Jay-1 snorted. “Chill? Nigga, I see how she look at you. More importantly, I see how you look at her. You really tryna tell me you ain’t got a plan?”

Kenyatta stayed silent.

Jay-1 sucked his teeth. “You wild. A boss chick like that? The type who pay you just to stand around looking good? You could slide that Rico debt right across her desk and be done with it.”

Kenyatta’s jaw flexed. “Nah.”

Jay-1 arched a brow. “‘Nah’? Nigga, you struggling to get that kind of money in two weeks, and you got a walking, talking cash-out option right in your damn face.”

Kenyatta shook his head. “She’s done enough.”

Jay-1 laughed. “‘Done enough’? Bruh, if she really fuck with you like that, she won’t even trip. Might even respect you more for coming to her first.”

Kenyatta exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “I ain’t about to ask her for shit.”

Jay-1 tilted his head, watching him closely. “Damn…it’s like that?”

Kenyatta didn’t answer, but it indeedwas like that.

He wasn’t about to go to Krys with his problems. Not this problem. Not when she had already done more than he could’ve expected. He wasn’t built like that.

If he was going to get out of this, he’d do it himself. He had a couple of weeks to figure it out.

Chapter 26

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