I nodded. “That’s interesting,” I said, standing up from the couch. The gun felt heavier in my hand now. “Because I need to tell you something crazy.”
“I killed Rich.”
Giani visibly started shaking as she asked, “You did?”
“I did.” I giggled. “And do you wanna know what his wife gave me after I decided to let her live?”
“His wife?” Giani’s voice pitched higher, but I caught the tremor beneath it.
“Yes. His wife. Did you not know about her?”
She quickly shook her head. “How would I? I don’t even know Rich.”
“Rightttt.” I nodded. “Anywho, she gave me a flash drive.” I stepped closer to her, watching her finally start to realize how bad this really was. “You know what was on it?”
I didn’t wait for an answer.
“Everything from the fucking night I shot Rich in Dallas.” I let the silence stretch between us before smiling coldly. “And guess who else was in it?” I sneered. “You.”
Giani opened her mouth and closed it, her hands trembling as she tucked them into her armpits.
“You told me something that night,” I continued, my voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “Do you remember what it was?”
She quickly shook her head. “You’re mistaken. I told you I don’t know a Rich.”
Giani tried to step back, but I grabbed her arm before she could move.
“Stop fucking lying to me.”
She opened her mouth again, probably to lie one more time, and I smacked that bitch across the top of her head with the butt of my gun.
“You begged me and Booda to come to Dallas to save you because a nigga you met beat you and raped you! Do you remember now, bitch?”
Giani cried out as she stumbled sideways, crashing into the edge of the coffee table before hitting the floor. The mirrored tray rattled violently, and one of the candles toppled over as she grabbed the top of her head.
“What the fuck!” she screamed, and I was on her before she could get back up.
“You lied to me!” I shouted, snatching her by the front of her shirt and dragging her upright. “You lied to me, and people died behind that shit!”
“Koko, stop!” Tears spilled down her face as she tried to pry my hand loose. “You’re scaring me!”
“Good!” I screamed in her face. “‘Cause I remember every fucking thing!”
“No! Your mind—”
“Do you also wanna know what was on the flash drive?” I asked, cutting her off.
Giani’s eyes widened, shock freezing her in place.
“Yeah. That’s what the fuck I thought.”
“Koko, listen—”
“No, bitch. You listen.” I delivered an open-handed slap across her face that whipped her head to the side. “I saw laying up with the same nigga you claimed kidnapped, beat, and raped you. Y’all were laughing and smiling, and you kept tapping his shoulder, saying Rich this and Rich that, cooing and shit,” I mocked in a voice as sweet as the one she’d put on in the video.
Giani shook her head frantically. “It wasn’t what it looked like!”
“You think I’m stupid?” I snapped. “You were laid up with that nigga, telling him me and Booda hit his spots!”
