Page 67 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

My patience with whatever game he was trying to play was nonexistent.

“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck what you believe,” I spat before hanging up.

For a long moment, I just stood there in the middle of my apartment. Ryan wanted answers. Reemo wanted answers. The walls were closing in from every direction. The only difference was one of them could put me in prison, and the other one might put me in the ground.

BLEEK

I stood just outside the service bays with my hands tucked inside my pockets, watching Tahari work. The little nigga hadn’t noticed me yet. He was too busy explaining something to an older customer whose SUV sat on one of the lifts. Tahari pointed toward the front brakes while one of my mechanics nodded beside him. The customer asked another question, and Tahari answered it without looking around for help. A few seconds later, the man smiled, shook his hand, and headed towardthe cashier’s desk. Two months ago, he would’ve been the one asking questions. Now people were asking him.

“You watching him again?”

Sha walked up beside me with a grin.

“I ain’t watching him,” I brushed him off.

“You know you full of shit,” Sha said with a laugh.

“I’m making sure my employee is doing his job,” I said with a smirk.

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that,” Sha said as he folded his arms across his chest.

I shook my head as Tahari rolled another toolbox across the bay.

“I’ll admit one thing… he’s been working.”

“I told you he would.”

I looked over.

“You told me?”

Sha nodded.

“I told you that if the little nigga wanted your Mali bad enough… that he’d straighten up. I also said that if his ass didn’t wanna get shot again, he would too.”

Before I could answer, Sha nudged my arm.

“There goes your child.”

My eyes followed his. Maliah walked through the front doors carrying a lunch bag in one hand and a drink in the other. She never even looked around. She knew exactly where she was going. Sha started laughing before she even made it halfway across the shop.

“That little girl wrapped around that boy’s finger,” Sha said in amusement.

“Watch your mouth,” I warned

“What? I ain’t lie.”

I made my way over there, and Sha followed behind. By the time we reached them, Tahari had already opened the Tupperware container.

The smell hit me immediately, and I frowned.

“I know that ain’t the steak ya mama made last night.”

Maliah looked over.

“Daddy…”

I pointed toward the container.