Page 112 of Full Court Press

“I’m not running, Khalil. I told you that multiple times.”

“I know, but the shit is still triggering. Ain’t nobody gon’ fuck up what we got going on ever again. And I’d slump any nigga or bitch who think they can.” My eyes went to Anais, who pretended as if she wasn’t looking or listening, but I knew her nosy ass was tuned in. “Piss!” I yelled at her.

“It’s hard to do with you screaming at me!”

“I yell, nigga. I don’t fucking scream.”

She huffed and pushed that shit out on all three sticks, then capped them all before standing, wiping herself, then washing her hands.

“This is sick. You won’t get away with this.”

“I bet I will. If any of what went down today gets out, I’m going to do as I promised, and your luxurious lifestyle will be over before you even fucking blink.”

She plopped down on the edge of the tub as we waited for the results to come. Once they did, I looked at them on the counter, and they all confirmed that this ho had lied.

“So whose test did you steal?” Piper asked. Anais remained silent.

I put the gun to her head. “Answer her.”

“Okay! My dad invited Isaiah and his wife over for dinner to sever any investments they had together. I knew, as a pregnant woman, she would have to use the bathroom, so . . . I rigged the toilet.”

“You are a fucking nutcase. I didn’t see the shit before, but you gotta be missing a few nails in the toolbox.”

“I gave you two years of my life! And you just said fuck my feelings!”

“You said fuck my kid. You thought I would stay with your ass after you blatantly called her a loudmouth and disrespectful? Not only that, you never fucked with her unless the cameras were watching. Fuck outta here with that. Let’s go, Pipe. Fucking up my quality time for this dumb-ass shit!” I put my gun away, grabbed Piper’s hand, and left her house. I could hear Anais inside, screaming and crying, and I felt nothing. That ho had me fucked up.

Piper chuckled before we made it back to my truck. “You are insane.”

“I ain’t denying that shit. But I wasn’t playing when I said I’d body anybody who tries to stand in our way. Celebrity or not.”

“Oh, goodness. Let’s go, sir. I’ve never seen this gangsta version of you, but I’m immensely turned on.”

“Good. Because I’m about to give you this gangsta dick as soon as we get home.”

She laughed as I helped her inside the car, got inside, and sped off.

Piper needed to know that I wasn’t playing about her anymore. Before her ass ran again, I would make sure I got rid of any threat against us living out our dreams.

Ocho Rios, Jamaica

Three Days Later

Khalil and I sat out on the bottom deck of our private villa, listening to Joe’s “I Wanna Know,” having a drink, and spending some much-needed quality time. Nana had flown in three hours ago, but since she was tired from the plane ride, she and Mr. Willie decided to take a nap. I was so scared to face her after so many years of not seeing her that I hid in the room until Khalil told me they were asleep.

I lay between his legs on the lounge chair, watching the waves crash against the shore. The white sand and beautiful blue water were so serene.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” I observed.

“I got the best view,” he said, bouncing my boob in his big palm.

I laughed. “You’re such a freak.”

“I know you ain’t talking. If this house wasn’t so big, I know everybody would have heard you these past few nights.”

“It’s not my fault that you want to do kinky shit with a house full of people.”

“You initiate it all the time.”