Page 180 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Aight. Keep the number. Don't delete the call from your phone.”

Sianni looked at me before nodding.

“Okay.”

“I'll make a few calls and figure out what, if anything, needs to be done on our end. Until then, both of you stay quiet.”

“Bet.”

“And Kyrie?”

I sighed. “What now?”

“Don't call Amani.”

Sianni's head snapped toward me before a smile slowly spread across her face.

I stared at the phone.

“How the fuck you know I was thinking about calling that nigga?”

“Because I've known you too damn long.”

Sianni fell back against the couch laughing.

“Aight, man. Get the fuck off my phone.”

“I'm serious.”

“I heard you.”

“Good. I'll call you tomorrow.”

I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the couch.

Sianni was still laughing.

I looked over at her.

“What's so fucking funny?”

“Nothing.”

“Nawl. Keep laughing.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“You ain't gotta say shit. Your face is saying enough.”

She tried to press her lips together, but that only made me narrow my eyes.

“Come here.”

Her smile disappeared.

“Kyrie.”

“Come here.”