“Because that’s her ex, duh.” I looked at her like she should’ve already caught on. “And I know for a fact he still got old pictures, videos, messages… all that shit.”
Marissa sat up a little straighter. “Okay… and?”
“And if I can get him to send me that stuff, then we finally got something to work with.” I shrugged before taking a sip. “People already watching Kyrie and Sianni every damn move. All we gotta do is give them something messy to talk about.”
“You really think that shit gon’ work?”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t.” I leaned against the counter. “That man is still in love with Sianni, dumb ass. He’d probably crawl across broken glass if he thought it would get her back.”
Which was honestly pathetic as hell considering the nigga was out here cheating on her left and right while they were together.
Men really did want loyalty while acting like hoes themselves.
Marissa stayed quiet for a second before looking back down at the video playing on her phone. Kyrie’s hand kept sliding against Sianni’s lower back while cameras flashed around them.
That bitter look came right back across her face.
“So, you really think this is going to break them up?” she asked again, quieter this time.
“Yes,” I smirked. “Now, let the mastermind work.”
I set my wine glass down before heading upstairs to grab my phone. By the time I came back down, Marissa was pacing around the kitchen anxiously while refreshing gossip pages like a damn maniac.
I ignored her and pulled up Amani’s number before pressing call.
The nigga answered on the fourth ring.
“What the fuck you want, Alexia?” he snapped immediately.
I rolled my eyes. “First of all, nigga, lower your damn voice.”
“Whatever,” he muttered. “What are you calling me for?”
“I need a favor.”
“Nawl.” He laughed dryly. “You already know I ain’t doing shit for you.”
“And why not?”
“Because I don’t fuck with you like that,” he shot back. “You fucked up my relationship.”
I smirked instantly. “I ain’t fuck up shit. You did that all by yourself.”
“Nawl, you the one?—”
“Look,” I cut him off before he could start yelling again. “Do you want Sianni back or not?”
The line went quiet for a second.
“Yeah,” he finally muttered. “But you know that shit is dead now.”
“No, it’s not.” I leaned back against the counter slowly. “But if you really want her back, I’m gon’ need your help.”
“And what exactly I gotta do?” he asked, sounding interested as hell now.
A slow smile spread across my face.
“I need every old picture, video, message… whatever you still got of y’all together.”
