Page 175 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

And that nigga told me no. I nodded slowly.

“So, this nigga lied to me.”

“He said he didn't know she was going to send them to the blogs. He thought she was just going to send them to me or something.”

“The fuck does that matter?”

“It doesn't.”

“Exactly.” I started pacing again. “I asked that nigga straight up if he knew something. He knew Alexia had them fucking pictures, Sianni. That was his chance to say something.”

“I know.”

“Instead, his ass sat on the phone and lied.”

“Kyrie—”

“Nawl, because that’s the shit that got me fucked up.” I rubbed a hand down my face. “If he would've told me then, we could've already known who the fuck was behind this shit.”

“You're right.”

“Damn right I'm right.”

I reached for my phone before stopping myself. What the fuck was I finna do? I didn't even have that nigga's number.

“You’re thinking about calling him, ain't you?” Sianni asked.

I looked at her. “I was.”

“And what would that change?”

“Nothing.” I sucked my teeth. “But I damn sure got some shit I wanna say to his ass.”

“I know you do.”

My eyes dropped toward her phone. Sianni immediately shook her head.

“Nawl.”

I frowned. “I ain't even say shit.”

“You didn't have to. I know exactly what your ass was thinking.”

“You don't know what I was thinking.”

“You were finna ask me for his number.”

I stared at her.

“Wasn't you?”

“That's beside the point.”

“Kyrie.”

I sucked my teeth and looked away. “Whatever.”

She stepped in front of me, forcing me to look at her.