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Kenzo continued. “I’m just saying, man. I can’t tell you what to do my nigga but this ain’t no small move. Shit is risky as fuck. You way past catching feelings, bro.”

I stared at him, my expression cold. “It is what it is, I’ll deal with it. There ain’t no other option,” I said.

Kenzo studied my face for a long moment, then finally nodded.

“Aight, bro. You grown,” he said. “If that’s what you want, I got your back. I’ll hold shit down while you gone.”

“Appreciate it.”

Kenzo shook his head again, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I never thought I’d see the day Stone Wright moved a woman into his house. She must got some magical pussy or something.”

I didn’t respond. Because he wasn’t wrong. Indie’s pussy was elite. But it was more than that. It was her. Everything about her.

“Just keep everything running smooth while I’m gone.”

“I got you,” Kenzo said.

I dapped him up one more time, then got back in my Mercedes.

As I drove away, I thought about what Kenzo had said. He was right. I was moving different. But it didn’t matter what Zo or anybody else thought.

Indie was mine, and I was gon’ do whatever it took to keep her. Even if it meant losing myself in the process.

Chapter 11

Indie

I spent most of the day pissed the fuck off.

Stone had really sat there this morning and told me I belonged to him. Like I was his property. Like I was some shit he owned. Like I wasn’t a whole ass human being with my own wants and desires and a whole fuckin’ life.

I couldn’t believe this nigga was forcing me to move into his estate. His actual house. Where he lived.

What the fuck did that even mean? He said I belonged to him now. But what did that mean? Was he my man now? Was this nigga claiming me as his girl? And if he was...did I even want that?

I sat on the couch in the living room, my legs tucked under me, staring at the TV without really seeing it.

My mind was racing.

Stone was a drug kingpin. A killer. A man who could snap my neck without breaking a sweat. But he was also... something else. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

The way he looked at me sometimes…like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Like he was obsessed with me in a way that should’ve scared me but instead made my pussy throb.

The way he touched me. The way he fucked me. The way he made me feel things I’d never felt before.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

This was insane. I was insane for even entertaining this shit. But as the hours passed and the sun started to dip lower in the sky, my anger began to shift.

Because Ish was coming today.

Stone had told me his men would bring Ish here tonight, and then tomorrow we’d all leave for the estate together.

I was finally going to see my little brother.

After weeks of not knowing if he was okay, of worrying about him every single day, of wondering if Stone’s men were really watching him or if something had happened—I was finally going to lay eyes on him.