I watched her through narrowed eyes, my jaw tightening as she waltzed into the room like she belonged. I didn’t know why the fuck he even brought this hoe. She wasn't here to check on asoul; I could tell by the fake-ass look on her face that her energy was completely off. It was only a matter of time before she showed her true colors, and I was just waiting for her to trip up.
“Wassup, cousin?” He walked over to the side of my bed with a lopsided grin on his face.
I forced a dry, breathless laugh, my arm instinctively tightening around Sianni just a little more. “Hey, man.”
“You good?” he asked me.
“Yeah, I’m straight.” I nodded.
I was lying; I wasn’t good. I was mad at the fact that this nigga had caught me lacking, and on top of that, I was mad that he had shot me in my fucking arm. Now I was going to be down for a lil’ minute. Football was my life, and the fact that I was going to be down and not able to do shit for some months really had me ready to say fuck it and handle this nigga on my own.
“Good. You know who did this shit?” Marvin asked, giving me a look that said he was ready for whatever.
One thing about my cousin: he was a rider, through and through. He was the definition of “step when it’s time to step.” Folks looked at him and thought he was soft, but the nigga didn’t have a drop of hoe in his blood. Although he was a bitch when it came to the hoe he was with.
“Yeah, I know exactly who did it.” I nodded, keeping my voice low. I didn’t want to move too much. Sianni was out cold, her head resting against me, and I wasn’t about to wake her up. She was sleeping good as hell, looking peaceful for the first time all night.
“Aight then, who was it?”
“We ain’t talking about that right now. Later.” I cut my eyes over to Alexia. I wasn’t about to discuss business in front of his hoe. I didn’t want her to know a damn thing about me; it was bad enough she already knew the play between Sianni and me. “Hey, Alexia. Let me ask you something.”
“Yeah? Anything,” she said, flashing me a smile that was fake as a three-dollar bill. I didn’t want that shit; she could keep it.
“You been running your mouth about what Sianni and I got going on?”
“No,” she said, her head shaking a little too fast. “Besides, who am I going to tell?”
I let out a dry laugh. This bitch really thought she could play dumb with me. “You know exactly who you’d tell. Your damn brother.”
“No…” she shook her head again, acting like she was offended. “I’d never do that to my girl. I know she’s done with Amani. I can see she’s happy.”
“Uh-huh.”
I didn’t believe a word coming out of her mouth. She was lying her ass off. She might not have hit Amani’s line yet, but she was up to no good. I could feel it. I’d seen the way she looked at Sianni when she thought nobody was watching. I didn’t know what her beef was, but the bitch was flaw as hell.
“Let me ask you one more thing, then.”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice going up a notch.
“What’s your real issue with Sianni?”
“What do you mean?” Her eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at me.
“Why you be looking at her like you have a problem? Like you waiting for her to fall?”
“I don’t look at her like nothing!” she snapped back, trying to play it off. “Kyrie, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sianni is my girl. I’d go to the moon and back for her.”
I just laughed. The lies were dripping off her tongue.
“Well, cuzzo… I’ll let you and my cousin-in-law get some rest. I’ll see y’all at the house,” Marvin jumped in, clearly trying to ease the tension before I really went off on his woman.
“Aight.”
“Yeah, and tell those big-ass niggas in the hallway to chill.” Marvin chuckled, trying to find his ego again. “One of ’em grabbed my shirt and almost got his ass beat. He’s lucky I didn’t have my piece on me.”
I grinned. “Aight, bruh. I got you.”
“Good. I’m out. Love you, man.”
