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“Okay, cool.” He extended his hand. “Now, let’s shake on it.”

I shook his hand, knowing that standing on business was the only way I rocked.

~~~Chapter 23~~~

Jaylah

“Hey, where are you?” Jhyrah questioned over the phone, while my cell was glued to my ear.

Eyeing the Chanel sneakers that I was trying on, I sighed. “In the galleria. Why what’s up?”

“You been on IG today?”

“Not really? Why?”

“Girl…some hating ass bitch done created a whole burner page, dedicated to you.”

I frowned. “Say what, now?”

“You heard me right. I feel like it gotta be Malice’s ex, because everything is surrounding your relationship with him. They stole pictures from your page and even mama’s. So, they’re posting Khari, talking about you got pregnant, after a one-night stand.”

The back of my neck grew hot. “Oh, wow. That definitely sounds like her—”

“Well, don’t you got that bitch’s number?”

“Yeah. If it’s still the same.”

“Okay. Call that hoe on three-way,” she demanded.

“Expeditiously,” another voice added.

I frowned. “Who else is on this phone?”

“Riah and Key,” Jhyrah revealed.

“Yup,” Key finally spoke up. “Now, call that hoe.”

Sighing, I pulled the phone back to scroll through it. After locating Paisley's name, I called her.

“Hello?”

As soon as I heard her voice, I merged the calls together.

“Hello?” She repeated.

“Yeah, this is Paisley, right?” Jhyrah questioned.

“Right? And this Jaylah, huh?”

“Nah, this aint Jaylah. This is her sister and I’m calling to get in your ass.”

“Get in who’s ass?”

“Yours, bitch,” Key added. “And you know exactly what it is. We know you made that fake ass page to harass my cousin, but you gotta know that you’re playing with the wrong one.”

Paisley giggled. “OMG, who do you bitches think you’re intimidating? We all know that y’all aint about that life. Ya daddy being in the streets don’t make y’all tough. Plus, y’all aint the only ones touching bread out here. I can put some money on y’all heads, right now. Have some of the most cutthroat bitches from the hood to slide you lame hoes. Meanwhile, I ain’t gotta lift a finger.”

“Bitch, you crazy, for real,” Key chuckled, knowing that she had a man ready to pull the trigger over her, and had already done so, for less.