That made Marcus laugh a little before his tone turned serious again. “What you want Zeek to do?”
“I need him to find out where the nigga at first,” I replied calmly. Too calmly. “After that? We gon’ handle it.”
“Aight. I’ll hit him up.”
“I’m finna call CJ too.”
“Say less.”
The call ended a few seconds later, and I stood there staring out the window for a minute, jaw tight as hell.
All I could see was that night.
The gunshot. Sianni screaming. Blood everywhere.
That shit instantly made my mood darker. Because one thing about me?
I could deal with somebody coming after me. But the moment that nigga put my wife in danger, that shit had me pissed off.
“Kyrie?”
I turned around and saw Sianni standing in the doorway, watching me carefully.
Shawty had that look on her face again. The one where she was trying to figure out what was going on in my head before I said it out loud.
“You okay?” she asked softly.
I looked at her for a second before exhaling through my nose.
“Nawl,” I admitted honestly. “But I will be once this shit is handled.”
“Kyrie,” she said softly again.
I looked over at her. Shawty was still standing there, staring at me hard as hell like she was trying to figure out what was going on inside my head.
“You thinking too much,” she muttered.
I let out a dry laugh before turning my attention back toward the window.
“Nawl,” I said quietly. “Niggas just got me fucked up.”
The room went quiet for a second after that.
Then I heard her footsteps behind me.
The second her arms slid around my waist from the back, some of the pressure sitting on my chest eased up just a little.
“You need to relax,” she murmured against my back.
“I will once this shit is handled.”
Her grip tightened slightly after that. And for a minute, neither one of us said anything else.
All I could hear was her breathing behind me while my thoughts kept running wild.
That nigga shot me at my own damn house. Could’ve killed me. Could’ve hit Sianni too. Now they’re talking about self-defense?
Man, that shit wasn’t sitting right with me at all.
