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“As long as you made it out alive.”

The relief that crossed his face told me everything I needed to know. This nigga thought I was going to believe that they moved pallets of the purest cocaine in minutes from one truck to the next and he didn’t get hurt. He thought I was a damn fool, I guess.

“Aye, bring that bitch in here,” I yelled.

The doors lifted, and the beeping from the dump truck backing up caused my driver’s eyes to get big. By now, I knew that hoe was up with a banging headache from hitting her head on the steering wheel.

“What bitch?” he asked.

The tailgate lifted, and two of my boys dragged her out by her arms. Her feet scraped across the concrete while she screamed out in pain. I looked at my driver, and his facial expression had now changed.

“Liyah?”

“There it is,” I said.

“What the fuck did y’all do to her?”

“Nah, it’s what you did when you brought a bitch in between my business. I didn’t do a fuck thang,” I told him.

He tried to take a step towards her, but I pulled my gun out and put it to his head.

“So, you kno’ her?”

“Nah… no, I don’t know her.”

“Hmph, I had no idea she was connected to you. I was gonna let her ass go thinkin’ she got caught up in nigga shit until you called the hoe by her name. Now let’s start the story over.”

“I told you I got robbed.”

“By her?” I waved my gun at her.

“I don’t know her.”

My frustration got the best of me, so I put a bullet in between the bitch eyes.

“Shameek, nooo,” he cried out. “We got a daughter together.”

“Nigga, who robbed me?”

“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.”