Page 83 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“No.”

I shook my head.

“You ain't think. Period.”

I took one slow step toward him.

“And that's the problem.”

I looked over at Zeek.

There wasn't nothing else left to say.

I gave him one nod.

“Let's go.”

Jamal's eyes widened.

“W-Wait…”

Panic rushed into his voice.

“Please… don't do this.”

Neither of us answered.

He stumbled back, looking from me to Zeek like he was searching for one last way out.

“I got a mama…”

His voice cracked.

“I got people who need me.”

I held his gaze.

“So did my cousin.”

Silence swallowed the parking lot. Zeek stepped forward. I followed. For the first time… Jamal understood. Some decisions don't come with second chances.

I kicked my feet up on the coffee table as I scrolled through one sports blog after another. And a slow smile spread across my face. Picture after picture of Sianni and Amani.

NFL Star Kyrie Maddox’s Wife Caught With Ex.

Old flame Resurfaces.

Marriage in Trouble?

Is the Marriage Real or Fake?

I let out a satisfied laugh.

“Finally.”

After everything that bitch had taken from me, it was about time she felt what it was like to lose something.

Exactly what I wanted. My phone suddenly started ringing. I glanced over at the screen and sucked my teeth.