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“The King legacy is weak with Rah dead…”

I didn’t even let him finish. As soon as my brother’s name slipped out of his mouth, I put a bullet in it. The nigga whole throat exploded. Since everyone wanted bodies to drop, he was going to be the first example.

CHAPTER 9

RAYA

Amonth had gone by since the reading of the will, and I still hadn’t done my end of the bargain. I wasn’t afraid to; I just thought the shit was stupid to begin with. Ryleigh looked just like Jaharee. She was a King even though she didn’t carry the last name. I knew that in order to receive the money that I needed to get out of this damn condo, I was going to have to put my feelings to the side and take my daughter to get the test done. I had found a house not far from Averie. Since I would be getting a nice check, I thought it was best for me to put my daughter in a nice neighborhood with a good school system. Especially if she was going to be close to her siblings.

For the last month, I had ignored everyone’s calls except Kam’s. She was the only one that was supportive, but even she would tell me to get the shit over with. Everybody was acting like I didn’t know what the fuck I had to do. I just wasn’t moving when they wanted me to. Shameek would occasionally call with the threats because he wanted to spend time with Ryleigh, but I needed to handle business first. He wasn’t slick. I knew he was trying to spend time with her so he could take her to go see that bitch. I’ll die and go to hell before I let my daughter around Kyenna. Rah was dead, and if they wanted to see her, they would have to go through me. Even then, I was going to do the picking up and dropping off just to make sure she was only with Shameek or Ms. Lorraine them.

As far as I was concerned, Kyenna had enough. The bitch wasn’t about to get my daughter too. Shit, she got the husband, the money, the mansion, Royal Flush, and the cars. Bitch should’ve had her own child from his ass. Kyenna looked like the type of woman that was pretty as fuck, but her womb was trash as fuck. Knowing her, she couldn’t have kids. I smiled at that fact. She didn’t deserve to carry any King children. She was nothing more than a step mammy. Lloyd’s number flashed across my phone, and I rolled my eyes.

“What?” I answered with an attitude.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Newsome. I’ll make this brief.”

“I already know what you want.”

“I’ve scheduled Ryleigh’s DNA appointment for tomorrow morning at nine.”

“And who told you to do that?”

“Mr. King,” he replied.

“Which one? Because Rah is dead and I’m sure the nigga is not speaking from the damn grave.”

“Shameek King.”

“Shameek,” I mocked. “He had no say in this matter, so I move when and how I want.”

“Ms. Newsome, if you fail to appear at this last appointment, then the estate will proceed according to the terms of the will.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that distributions will be given back to the estate, which belongs to Mrs. King.”

“I keep telling y’all this baby is his. The fuck is the problem?”

“And once the results confirm that, the matter will be closed.”

I hated how calm this nigga talked. The shit got on my nerves.

“I’ll be there,” I said, hanging up in his face.

Kam and I had decided to have a movie night so I could vent and get some drinks in me before I had to go and humiliate my daughter by getting her fucking mouth swabbed to prove that Kyenna nigga was digging in this pussy.

“So, you ready for tomorrow?” Kam asked as we handed Ryleigh her plate of Chinese food.

“It’s disrespectful as fuck, Kam, and you know it.”

“I don’t think it is. I think you waiting this long is making them feel like something is not adding up. As your friend, I know Ryleigh is a King. What’s wrong with proving it?”

I sucked my teeth because she was taking their side.

“You taking their side.”

“I’m taking the side that makes sense, Raya.”