Page 109 of Lennox Lane

“No,” Lennox snapped. “No, don’t thank her yet.”

He pulled out his phone and Lane’s smile faded a fraction. “What are you doing?” she asked as her voice got softer.

“Ending this stupid ass trial.”

He tapped the screen and put the call on speaker. It rang twice. Then a woman answered, voice low and arrogant.

“Well, crawling back so soon after breaking things off?”

The kitchen went silent, and Lane’s spine went straight.

The woman continued, “Hood Rat Barbie must refuse to listen to reason. Come see me. I’d love to make you feel better.”

Lane stood so fast her stool scraped against the floor. Cadence’s mouth fell open. Lane was realizing with each passing second how wrong she’d been.

Nova whispered, “Oh, she chose death.”

Lennox looked at Lane.

Lane held out her hand. “Give me that phone.”

“Lavender—”

“Give. Me. The. Phone.”

He handed it over because he had survival instincts and had already lost a car. Lane lifted the phone to her mouth, voice sweet enough to frighten everyone in the kitchen. “Hood Rat Barbie?”

Then the woman said, “Who is this?”

“The bitch whose name you just put in your mouth.”

KC muttered, “Jesus.”

Lane smiled. “Listen to me very carefully, Fashion Nova Fitzgerald. You will not crawl, slither, sashay, or DoorDash your desperate ass anywhere near my man.”

Lennox’s eyes bucked at her newfound possessiveness. Tariq’s chip paused halfway to his mouth while Nova covered her lips with both hands.

The woman scoffed. “Your man? Please. Lennox likes women who know how to⁠—”

“I will suck Lennox’s dick until my jaw locks before I ever let your fast-fashion hands near him again.”

Everyone was looking at Lane show her ass over Lennox, and she didn’t give a dam. What made her smirk was Lennox staring at Lane as she had just rewired his entire nervous system with one sentence, and she wasn’t done.

“And if you want to see how unreasonable Hood Rat Barbie can be, keep playing with me. I will show up and drag you up and down the street until those cheap ass clothes turn to dust like they’re part of the wardrobe from Infinity War.”

The woman sputtered. “You’re insane.”

“Very about Lennox Jackson’s big dick, bigger wallet having ass.”

Lennox took the phone gently from Lane’s hand before she could upgrade the threat matrix.

“That’s enough,” he said into the phone.

The woman started, “Lennox⁠—”

“It’s done,” he said. “It’s over, and if you think of contacting me or anyone near me, you’ll be living life with a restraining order against you.”

He ended the call.