Page 84 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

It was Amani.

“The fuck did this nigga want?”

I let it ring another second before sliding my thumb across the screen.

“Yeah. What the hell you want?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

Truth be told, I ain’t even wanna talk to his ass. We hadn’t spoken since the night he tried to grow a fucking conscience after giving me those pictures.

“Alexia…” he sighed. “Whatever else you got planned, dead that shit.”

I leaned back against the couch.

“I don’t know what the hell you talking about.”

“The hell you don’t.” His voice sharpened. “You sent them pictures to the blog.”

I smirked but kept quiet.

“And now Kyrie looking for whoever leaked ’em. He already said when he finds out who is behind this shit, they gon’ have to answer for it.”

My smile never faded.

“Oh, okay.”

I picked at my nail like the conversation bored me.

“And how exactly he gon’ figure out it was me?”

Amani let out a slow breath.

“Alexia…”

“Nawl, answer the question.”

“The only way he finds out is if somebody talks.”

I laughed.

“And you ain’t gon’ do that.”

“And what makes you so sure?”

I sat up a little straighter. “Because the moment you open your mouth, you gotta explain why you was sneaking around with me behind Sianni’s back.”

There was silence when I said that, and that shit made me smile to myself; I had him right where I wanted him.

After all this time, Sianni had no clue what really went down. So, if Amani got stupid, I’d make sure she found out every detail.

“You really think that’s how this gon’ play out?” he asked.

I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me.

“That’s exactly how it’s gon’ play out.”

Amani laughed, but there wasn’t nothing funny about it.

“You giving yourself way too much credit.”