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“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?”

He looked up at me with low eyes. “I did it for my family.”

“No, you did it for you.”

“And what the fuck are you gonna do ‘bout it?” He asked, slowly reaching for his gun.

His reaction was too slow. I pulled my gun from under the island and pointed it at him. I shot him in the shoulder.

“Kyenna!” He yelled in disbelief. “What the fuck you doin’?” He fell back against the refrigerator.

“Is this how Rah felt?” I asked.

“Ky…it wasn’t personal. It was business.”

“Well, this is business too.”

I pointed the gun at his head and shot him twice. A piece of his face flew off. My hands and face were covered in his splattered blood. His huge body dropped to the floor. I thought my feelings for him would cloud my judgment. After the liquor, knowing that my husband took his last breath looking his brother in the eyes was all I needed. I had about five minutes before security came in, and I’m sure that Pops would be right behind them. It was time to lay all the shit out there so I could move on with my life.

Five minutes later, my door was kicked in as I sat there waiting for them to walk into the kitchen. Security guns were raised as I sipped from the liquor bottle. I wasn’t drunk, but it did help numb the pain. As I sat there with all the information on the table and Shameek’s blood and DNA on me, Pops walked in once security gave him the clearance that it was just me. Now he was without two sons. The reign was over, and I was free. I knew from the way he looked at me that he had questions.

“Where is Shameek?” He asked.

I nodded my head towards the kitchen. He nodded, telling the security to go into the kitchen.

“No need to check for a pulse. I’ve done it already. He’s dead,” I said loud enough for them to hear me. “And before you think you’re going to pull the trigger on me. I’m ready. But what you should know is that I’m carrying the next King legacy. Not only that, your son that’s lying in there dead is who killed my husband.”

For the most part, Pops and I had a great relationship. I know finding his son killed by me was going to leave a sour taste in his mouth. I was ready for however this was going to end. Did I want to die? Hell no! What I wanted was justice and peace. Now that I have it. The chips could fall where they may.

“Also, before you pull the trigger. You might want to take a look at all of this information that has already been sent out thanks to Nikki. You let your son kill my husband right under your nose for the sake of a fucking legacy. A legacy that you started, and Rah never wanted to be a part of, but you forced him. So, now we are here.”

Pops took a seat across the table from me before he pulled the first folder of evidence that I had printed when I went to Royal Flush. Not only did I print out everything. I also saved the email that Nikki had scheduled long before she was murdered. Under the table, my hand gripped the gun because I was not going to go out without a fight. What I did here tonight made me proud to be the wife of Rahmelo. The house was full of my security and some of Pops’ security. My security stood on my side, and Pops men stood on his side. I would hope that I went through the file carefully before he reacted to what I had done.

He finished one file and pulled the other. When he started, his face was emotionless. When he got to the second file, I could see his eyebrows shift. The second folder was text messages between Q and Shameek plotting the murder of my husband. Pops stayed on the second folder longer than the first. I watched his eyes move back and forth across the text messages.

“I knew Rah wanted out,” he finally said. “He wanted Royal Flush clean. Me and him argued about that shit plenty of times, but I didn’t know Meek took it this far.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it doesn’t. You created the environment where Shameek thought killing his own brother was protecting the family.”

“I created a lot of shit I should’ve left in the streets years ago. I ain’t gonna sit here and pretend I didn’t. But don’t put my son pulling the trigger on me.”