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“So, why the fuck are we doing this?”

“It states here that the request was not made because he doubted Miss Ryleigh. It was made because he wanted to protect all parties from future legal disputes.”

“Bull fuckin’ shit!” I slammed my hands down on the table. “That bitch made him put that in there.”

“Girl, you give me way too much credit,” Kyenna said.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means…I didn’t know anything about my husband’s will.”

“Liar.”

“What I got to lie to you for?” She laughed.

“You always thought you were better than everyone.”

She kissed Ryleigh on her cheek and let her down to walk back to me.

“Nah, I just knew I was his wife.”

“Aight.” I grabbed Ryleigh’s hand. “We’ll do the test.”

Lloyd nodded. “Once paternity is legally confirmed, all past monthly support owed since Mr. King’s passing shall be released in one lump sum, and regular deposits will resume.”

I sat back down and placed Ryleigh in my lap. At least I wasn’t leaving empty-handed. Lloyd continued.

“To Ms. Averie Johnson…”

Averie sat up in her seat when she heard her name. Fucking bitch.

“For years of sacrifice while Mr. King established his business. Mr. King requested your mortgage be paid in full immediately. He further directs that a monthly stipend be for a nanny. This way you don’t have to choose between work and your children.”

I looked over at her ass crying, and rolled my eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“The remainder of Mr. King’s estate goes as follows. All residential properties, commercial real estate, his vehicle collection, all offshore investment accounts, his ownership interest in The Royal Flush Social Club.”

Now everyone was sitting at attention. Shameek and Mr. Rod looked at each other.

“Along with operating accounts, business assets, trademarks, gaming licenses, and future profits associated with the establishment, go to Mrs. Kyenna King. Effective immediately, you are the sole owner and acting managing member of The Royal Flush,” Lloyd finished.

The fuck?” I shot up from my chair with Ryleigh clinging to me. “She got every muthafuckin’ thang.”

“What you thought, Ms. Newsome,” Kyenna said, with a smile.

CHAPTER 4

KYENNA

“Are we done here?” I asked Lloyd.

“Actually, I need to see you privately,” he said.

“See,” Raya pointed between us. “I know this shit is a setup. It’s all good because I’ll be waiting on my muthafuckin’ funds when I prove that this little girl is a King.”

“Nobody said she wasn’t, babe,” I told her.