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“I think I saw her before,” he replied as he continued to watch her. “Or she looks like somebody I’ve seen before.”

I looked at the woman as she sat in her car. When she noticed us watching her, she waved, then pulled from her parking spot and drove off. “Finish up so we can get home,” I told him. She did look familiar; I just couldn't place her.

Four

“You want to dissolve the grant?” Morning asked, and I nodded. “As in take it away so that none of the recipients get anything and you take control of the property?”

“They get it,” I told him as I moved through my office. Ever since Cori told me of her plans a few days ago, the only thing I wanted to do was make sure it happened. The first thing I had to do was get her the deed to her building. Technically, I didn’t own it; she did, but she didn’t know that. All the paperwork presented to her and the other recipients stated that the grant’s executers owned the property for a specific period. The first course of action was dissolving the grant that she thought owned it. I don’t care how Morning did it, but I wanted it done before I picked her up later.

“Man, this shit will take like two seconds. All I have to do is send them the real paperwork and not these fake ass documents you had me draft up and give them.”

“Then, do it,” I told him. I stared out of the window in my office and watched the people below me move. It was a cloudy day, raining on and off. Typically, I worked all day, but today I was getting out of here early. I wanted to spend time with Corinthians.

“When do you want the paperwork delivered?”

“ASAP.”

“It’ll be done today. I will have someone from my team drop off the locals, and anyone out of state will be delivered first thing in the morning.”

“No, everyone’s delivered by mail carrier,” I told him. Morning didn’t know my connection to Cori. He chalked her getting the grant up to pure luck, since she received it before Nine’s role in Cross’ life was revealed to everyone.

“Why?” he asked. “I can deliver Corinthians’ to her on the way to the arena. Pyrite has me looking over some documents for his players.” That was some bullshit, but I didn’t say it. Pyrite may have needed Morning to look at some paperwork, but he didn’t have to go down to the arena to do it. Morning just wanted to see the Queen's new head coach, Diara LeBlanc.

“I want it done; I have other plans,” I told him. There was no need to go into detail because it wasn’t his business.

“Alright,” he agreed. “I have the real paperwork here, waiting. It will be done.”

“Appreciate it,” I replied, then moved back to my desk. I sat down and then placed the phone on the desk. “I’ll holla at you later.”

“Bet.”

The phone flashed, indicating that Morning had hung up, and I sat back in my chair. I didn’t know what I wanted to do today, but I knew it had to be something to make Corinthians laugh. I loved hearing her laugh; the way that shit vibrated through my body was like no other feeling.

My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see Trey’s number on the screen. I swiped the screen.

“Yeah?”

“You in KC?” he asked. His voice was rough, like he was either hoarse from a cold or yelling.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Why?”

“Robert knows,” he replied. I sat up, my face twisted in anger, and I stared at the screen. “He made some calls, asked a few people to look for you. I think he was doing his normal check-in, but then word got back that you were in KC. Now he’s walking around with an attitude and shit.”

“Is he here?” I asked already knowing the answer. Robert wasn’t dumb enough to step foot in KC. Not if I were here. He knew if he did and I caught him, I’d kill him.

“Nah, not yet at least,” Trey answered. “He pulled some strings though; I’m being sent back to KC.”

Now that did surprise me. Not only had Robert steered clear of me, but he’d kept Trey and Eight away too. We’d originally thought Trey’s transfer was due to undercover work, but we learned the truth almost a year into his move. Robert had pulled strings to get him sent away. We don’t know why, but he had.

“When do you come back?” I asked. I hadn’t seen my brother in almost four years. I needed to see him, lay eyes on him to make sure he was still the same man that had agreed to do this fuck ass shit. I needed to make sure my big brother was still in there somewhere.

“A month or so,” he replied. “I just got word this morning. My supervisory agent is getting on my nerves with her needy ass.”

“You should’ve never fucked with her,” I chuckled and shook my head.

“You don’t gotta remind me of a drunken night that changed my life,” he said.

“Drunken night?” I reared back, and my brow went up in surprise. “Nigga, you were drunk for the year y’all was fucking around?”