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“You sure?”

“Man, what the fuck you on? Why all these questions? Yet, you haven’t answered where you were all day yesterday and today.

“I’ve been at Lloyd’s.”

Shameek glared at me before snatching his glass and swallowing his shot.

“So, you fuckin’ me and him? That’s what you called me over here for?”

“I called you over here to end things with you.”

He laughed. It wasn’t one of his laughs he would give me when we were joking. It was evil.

“Not only did I call you over here to break things off with you. I wanted to clear the air between us so we’re both clear on a few things.”

“Clear the air? Ain’t shit to clear, my nigga. You want a cornball ass nigga. My brother will rise from the dead and die again to see you wit’ his friend.”

“Oh, so he would be fine as long as it was you?”

“He would kno’ that I can protect you better.”

“Protect…hmm. Like you did him.”

Shameek’s eyes darted back over to me. “Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Q…you familiar with him, right? The one you had to come and clean out of my office.” I watched him. “Y’all worked closely together. Y’all made millions together. Am I correct?”

The sweat started forming on his forehead, and I knew I was getting close.

“I kno’ the nigga from ‘round the way. We ain’t never worked together.”

I gave him a cute smile because I knew he was lying. A lying nigga could never get past me. Nikki had helped me from her grave, and I owed her. I grabbed my phone and sent something to Shameek’s phone. He looked at me before he pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the document.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Ky, this is old, and I pulled from that investment.”

I sent him another document.

“Now what?”

Shameek stared at me after going over the document.

“Is this why you killed her? Because she knew you did some snake shit.”

Shameek pulled his gun out and sat it on the island. I cocked my head to the side and looked him dead in his eyes.

“Aight, do you want the truth? Yes, I killed that bitch ‘cause she was gonna ruin my whole life. I had never done anything to her beside started fuckin’ wit’ you.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Nikki anymore. I want to know why, Rah. Why my muthafuckin’ husband?”

Shameek leaned his head down like he was getting drowsy. I had laced the rim of his cup. He was starting to feel it.

“Why did you kill my husband, Meek? You took him away from his kids. For what!”

“That pussy nigga was ready to retire and end ties to all our shit. The information he was ‘bout to give up would have ended the King’s dynasty,” he slurred.

“So, you took out your blood brother for money?”