Page 12 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

“I’ve been calling you all day.”

“Maliah…”

“No.”

She cut me off immediately.

“I called you. I texted you. I sat there waiting for you.”

Every word landed harder than the one before it. I stood there quietly as I let Maliah get her emotions out.

“And then my father comes into my room talking about I can’t see you anymore.”

My jaw tightened immediately. She caught it, of course she did. This woman would catch anything that I do.

“See. You know something.”

I looked away, and that was a bad move because it only made her more certain.

“You do?”

“Maliah.”

“No.”

She shook her head.

“What happened?”

Nothing. I gave her nothing because this wasn’t some shit I could spit out of my mouth.

“What happened between you and my father?”

When I didn’t answer her again, her frustration visibly grew.

“Why won’t anybody answer that question?”

I rubbed my hand across my face because there wasn’t an answer I could give her that wasn’t about to make everything worse.

“You need to go home.”

The words came out before I could stop them. I tried to shut the door, but she put her hand up and blocked the way. Her eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

She actually laughed. Not because anything was funny but because she was irritated. I tried to close the door again, and this time she pushed it so hard that the side of it flew out of my grasp.

“Tahari, I swear to God if you try and close this door again, I’m going to show you that I’m MJ’s little sister.”

I sighed. She always made it clear that her older brother had a hot head. Shit, from the encounters I had with him, I could tell that he was. Inwardly, I had to chuckle because her little threat meant nothing. Now if she was trying to show me that she’s her daddy’s daughter, then that would be a problem. Cause the muthafucka that owned the nut suck she came out of was cold as fuck.

“Maliah.”

“No.”

She stepped closer, canting her body slightly over the threshold.