The more I watched her sitting there obsessing over Kyrie, the more I started wondering if teaming up with her was really the move I thought it was.
I caughtmyself looking over at Sianni every so often as we made our way back to the house. The ride was quiet, and I knew I probably did too much by telling her to stay put and then showing up at the club myself. But honestly? I didn’t give a fuck.
Too much shit had happened lately for me not to be on edge.
For years, I moved how I wanted to move. I ain’t have to worry about nobody but myself. Then I got Sianni, and next thing I knew, I was fighting a whole nigga over her. A nigga who couldn’t take an ass whooping, so he had to pull out a gun instead.
Now the same bitch-ass nigga was back on the streets like he hadn’t shot me. Like he couldn’t have hit a major artery or something and killed my ass. Like Sianni hadn’t rushed to the house after I called her because she was out with Drayla when the shit happened.
Just thinking about it had my jaw tight.
I was pissed the fuck off, and the worst part was I couldn’t move how I wanted to. Not when I had people watching my every move. Not when cameras stayed in my face, and muthafuckas were waiting for me to fuck up so they could paint me as the problem again.
One wrong move could cost me everything. My career, endorsements, the life I’d worked my ass off to build.
I glanced over at Sianni and caught her staring out the window. Damn, shawty was beautiful as hell.
“Aye, ma, you good?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” she replied without looking at me.
I shook my head.
“Nawl, you not. You doing that thing you do.”
She finally turned and looked at me.
“What thing?”
“Giving them little short-ass answers.”
That earned me a small eye roll.
“I’m just ready to go home so I can take a shower and go to bed.”
I studied her for a second before nodding.
“Bet.”
But I knew my wife. And something was still bothering her.
The rest of the ride stayed quiet for a minute before I looked over at her again.
“Talk to me.”
She sighed.
“Kyrie.”
“Nawl. ’Cause something else happened.”
Her eyes slid toward me.
“What makes you think that?”
I let out a short laugh.
“’Cause I know you.”
