Page 65 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

“What you mean?”

“It ain’t something I can rush.”

He let out a slow breath.

“It’s gonna take a lot of thought.”

“Thought about what?” I frowned.

I nodded toward the business card still sitting on the coffee table.

“You don’t know where them bricks came from.”

Ghost looked over at me.

“No,” he paused, “but I knowwhothey came from.”

The words made my stomach tighten up. I looked at him for a long second.I know this nigga ain’t thinking about telling.Ghost must’ve read every thought across my face because he shook his head before I could even open my mouth.

“I’m not gone flip,” his voice was firm, “I can’t.”

He leaned forward, and this look spread on his face like he was deep in thought.

“I’ll think of something.”

The room fell quiet again. After a few seconds, he looked back at me.

“But this Reemo situation,” he pointed in my direction, “I need my brother for that.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I need your domesticated ass to step outside for this one,” he added.

Normally, I would’ve laughed. This time, I couldn’t. Mr. Browne’s face flashed across my mind.Tell me you’ll never touch the streets again.I gave him my word. I had to stand on that shit. Ghost frowned.

“What?” he asked.

I rubbed my hands together before answering.

“I gotta think about it.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“Think about what?”

I looked down at the floor.

“When Maliah and I got back together…” I let out a slow breath. “Mr. Browne sat me down.”

Ghost stayed quiet.

“He wanted two things. He wanted to know who else robbed him, but I couldn’t give him that. The second thing he wanted, though, I could give to him.”

Ghost’s expression slowly changed.

“What was it?” he asked.

I swallowed hard.