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I cackled. “Like I don’t already know. Remember what you did to that man’s car when you were pregnant?”

“Yup. Took every fucking mirror he owned. Shit, even broke in that ho and took the visors.” She joined in on my laughter.

We talked back and forth for a whole before the men rejoined us. Kinga took a seat next to me with a small cake plate and a glazed donut. No lie, the donut looked good, but I wasn’t too keen on it.

“Just try it. Motherfucker tastes good and it’s fresh.”

I gave him a skeptical look before picking the donut up and taking a bite. He was right, it tasted so good and was moist.

“You just messed up.” I ate the donut with slow and deliberate chews, attempting to savor its tastiness.

“How?” He looked confused, sipping from his drink.

“Because now I’m asking you to make me some donuts.”

He chuckled. “I’on know how to do that.”

“I don’t doubt you can learn with a little bit of inspiration.”

“Inspiration, huh?” He glanced over at me before his eyes went back to scanning the room. He was uncomfortable in this space and obviously didn’t want to be here.

I leaned in, pressing my face closer into his space so he heard me better.

“Why are we here if you don’t want to be here?”

“Support. You show up for the ones that show up for you.”

I nodded. “But you seem uncomfortable.”

He chuckled, serious eyes scanning the space once again. “What me and you do at our houses back and forth. Occasionally going out to the little restaurants and shit. That’s my speed. There is too much that can go bad in places like this.”

“And here I thought I was the only boring one in this relationship.”

“Nah, you ain’t. I mean you a lil boring, but so am I, baby.”

For the duration of the night he and I spent most of the time in our own world while Caya’s false flagging ass spent most of her night in the corner with Rennix. I knew my friend, and even though she talked her shit, she was into that man. Either way Cay would give all that good conversation but by the end of the night be ducking the man. Her past trauma with her baby daddy and overthinking had put her into a constant state of distrust when it came to men.

Chapter11

Kinga

Days later…

The saying “don’t poke the bear” rang heavy in my mind these days. While I tried to keep my irritation at bay and focus on the money, folks kept trying me. All I wanted was a little peace and the fact that everyone kept trying to take it baffled me. I had never been the type to ignore shit, but now I did. That was until I looked up and my streets were burning…fucking literally. Right now I should have been laid up, but instead, at four in the morning, I was staring at the trunk of a blue Crown Vic I had backed in here. I had already given Kyro a pass at Maj’s begging since they were blood but he fucked up and Maj was about to pay for it.

“Open the trunk.” I looked from Big Jay to Ayden.

Ayden nodded then moved toward the trunk of the low level detective I’d paid to pick him up.

When he did that, I moved toward the driver’s side of the car and went into my pocket. I removed the envelope with Detective June’s payment in it and handed it off.

“’Preciate you for looking out. Now do me a favor, get me everything you know on Alderman Memphis and that play for mayor he put in.”

“What are you interested in him for, West? He’ll be like all the others, claiming he can clean the streets before they toss him out on his ass too.”

“You probably right but he did something none of them ever did,” I responded, now standing up straight.

“What’s that?

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