Page 47 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2
“You remember Bashar?”
I nodded once.
“Yeah.”
“He told me y’all had some business together.”
I didn’t answer.
“He also told me he was supposed to meet you about some money.”
Reemo studied my face for a long moment before speaking again.
“The last thing my brother told me…” His voice dropped, “was that if anything ever happened to him, I needed to come find you.”
Silence settled between us. Reemo took another step.
“So…” He locked eyes with me, “here I am.”
After his statement, nobody moved, and nobody spoke. The only sound came from cars passing in the distance. I glanced around one more time. About nine against one. This wasn’t a conversation, this was pressure. And for the first time in a longtime, I found myself wishing Trigga was standing beside me. Reemo looked at me for a long moment before letting out a slow breath.
“I talked to Bashar the day he died.”
I stayed quiet.
“He wasn’t acting scared.”
His eyes drifted toward the pavement for a second before coming back to me.
“He just kept saying something ain’t feel right.”
A knot settled in my stomach.
“He told me he had a funny feeling.”
The words came out slower now, like he’d replayed them a thousand times in his head.
“I asked him what he meant.”
Reemo shrugged.
“He said he ain’t know.”
My expression didn’t change, but inside, my mind immediately went back to Bashar. Back to the last time I’d seen him. He was lying on his living room floor with his lifeless eyes looking up at me. Reemo looked me dead in the eyes.
“I figured he was tripping, but then a couple hours later… my brother was dead. I’ve been replaying that conversation every day since. I don’t know why he sent me to you. I don’t know what he was trying to tell me. I didn’t know if he knew something was coming. But seeing you has been a priority of mine.”
I let out a slow breath before shaking my head.
“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Reemo held my gaze.
“I think you do.”
“I don’t.”
I stepped to the side and nodded toward the store.
