Page 42 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

“Then you’re wasting your time.”

Ryan didn’t look offended, and he didn’t look frustrated. If anything, he looked patient. Like this conversation was going exactly the way he expected it to.

“I think somebody trusted you.”

I shook my head.

“Nobody trusted me with shit.”

Ryan ignored that.

“The amount of product you had wasn’t random.”

His eyes stayed locked on mine.

“It wasn’t personal use either. It wasn’t street-level.”

I rolled my eyes before clapping my hand dramatically.

“Congratulations.”

Ryan took a slow breath.

“Find a way in.”

His words were simple. He said it in a matter-of-fact tone like he was discussing the weather or some shit. I stared at him and then laughed again.

“Yeah, aight.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I said with a straight face.

I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t have a way in because the shit was stolen. Right now, he needed me for something, and I had to keep him believing that I could deliver on that want. Ryan’s expression never changed. Then he said something that immediately wiped the amusement off my face.

“Giovani Baxter.”

A lump formed in my throat, and him calling me by my government name made me so uneasy, and I could tell that Ryan noticed.

“You’re smarter than this.”

My jaw tightened.

“What did you call me?”

Ryan folded his arms.

“You heard me.”

The air around us suddenly felt colder. Now I understood something I hadn’t before. This wasn’t a man fishing, and he wasn’t a man guessing. This was a man who had spent time looking into me. A lot of time.

Ryan took another step forward.

“Whether you realize it or not, you’re already standing too close to this thing.”

I said nothing.

“You sold enough cartel product to spend the rest of your life explaining where it came from.”