Page 210 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

Xay: Miss that good ass pussy.

I stared at the screen.

This nigga.

I still didn’t even know what the fuck happened to his face.

Yesterday, when he walked into Heather’s hospital room, this nigga looked like somebody had used his face to mop the fucking floor. Lip busted. Eye swollen. Face bruised up.

And of course, I couldn’t even really ask him shit.

Not the way I wanted to.

Sam was right there.

So was Heather.

Everybody was right fucking there.

I asked who fucked him up, and this nigga barely acknowledged me. Gave me some dry-ass answer like I was really just his wife’s little sister and not the woman he’d had bent over in a motel the day before.

That shit had irritated me more than I wanted to admit.

But now?

Now that he wasn’t standing next to his wife, suddenly it was Where you at?

Suddenly he missed my pussy.

Typical fucking Xay.

After asking me for four thousand fucking dollars two days ago.

Keith took a sip of his drink.

“That’s ya main nigga?”

I laughed and put my phone facedown again.

“Nigga, please.”

“That ain’t an answer.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

“So you got somebody?”

I looked at him.

“You worried?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to get my woman back.”

“Your woman?”