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“And I don’t give a fuck. You better go in that meeting not expecting nothing. If anything, he left it for Ryleigh when she’s old enough to touch it.”

“How would your broke ass know ‘bout rich folks’ business?”

Kam laughed, “Unlike you, I have a decent job. If that’s broke to you, then you got life fucked up. I’m not crying and trying to figure out how to pay my bills bitch. And since we on this topic, don’t bring your ass to my house needing a place to lay your head.”

“Girl fuck you,” I said, hanging up.

That was the way Kam and our friendship had been since we were teenagers. Everyone that knew us, knew not to get in our shit when we get to arguing. We only stayed mad for a few hours before we were back in each other’s face laughing and gossiping. She was right, though. When I first met Rah, he was with Shameek at a club celebrating. He had his ring on that night. If I remember clearly, Shameek had told him not to fuck with me while he was drunk. Rah told him that Kyenna and him were going through it and might not make it. Shit, all I heard was that he was single.

Shameek didn’t let him come home with me that night. We did sneak and exchange numbers. Granted, Rah was intoxicated and stumbling when Shameek pulled him out of the club. It was almost a week later when he sent the first text for me to meet his ass. I dropped everything I was doing to go and be with him. We spent the day together, with no sex. I thought the nigga was being a little too soft. Because who could resist a woman like me? That was before I put eyes on Kyenna. Never knew who the bitch was because he had her so put up.

Everyone in the city knew who the King’s were. After I had slept with Rah a few times, I finally saw him and Kyenna together at a celebrity basketball game. Being the woman I was, I was ready to approach her and let her know the nigga she married wasn’t shit. That day never happened because Shameek grabbed me by my hair and threatened my life. That was the last time I ever saw Kyenna. I wasn’t sure what Shameek told Rah, but that nigga cut me off immediately. No more text messages, deposits, or gifts. Weeks later, I found out I was pregnant and tried reaching out. He had changed his number on me.

I went through the whole pregnancy alone with the help of Kam. She told my stupid ass at the beginning not to have the baby. To me, I looked at my baby as a monthly deposit and endless trips. Being connected to Rahmelo King for the rest of our child’s life was all I saw. Right after I had her, I popped up at Royal Flush with our daughter. I showed my ass so bad that he had no choice but to come and talk to me or take the chance of being embarrassed in front of his high-profile clients. We had an agreement that he would send weekly deposits, and I would keep my mouth closed. He kept his end of the deal.

When Ryleigh was about a month old, he popped up at my door with bags. The nigga face was scratched up, and his lip was busted. His conscience was eating at him and he told his wife. Kyenna beat his ass and put him out. I was excited that he thought enough of me to stay with me. Ask me how long that shit lasted? Two fucking days. The nigga was sick. All he talked about was his wife and how he wished he never met me. Still, I felt privileged to have the nigga. His ass left in the middle of the night going into day three and moved into one of Shameek’s spots. I still tried to make it work, but he was giving the cold shoulder and only wanting to talk about Ryleigh. Months later, Kam told me that she saw Rah with his wife at a restaurant. He didn’t have the balls to tell me he was going back to his wife. I hate more hated for her than I did him.

I pulled up to the lawyer’s office with my finest shit on. Knowing that Kyenna’s ass was going to be here, there was no way I was walking in there looking a mess. My hair was laid, and my lashes and nails were fresh. I hated to bring Ryleigh with me but Kam had to work, so I had to drag her with me. My heart started beating when I noticed Rah’s cocaine white Wraith. Then the four other black trucks let me know the whole family was here. Kyenna must’ve been driving Rah’s car. Grabbing Ryleigh’s hand, we walked in and were escorted into the conference room where everyone was waiting on me to arrive.

Everyone’s eyes were on me as I took a seat next to Averie. We never really had an open beef, but everyone knew it was something there. She was before my time, so I had no idea what her issue was with me. Shameek blew a kiss at Ryleigh and just stared at me like I didn’t belong there. He never liked me. He tolerated me because of his brother. Shameek blamed me for breaking up Rah and Kyenna’s marriage. Shit, it was that nigga fault too.

“Now that we have everyone here. We can proceed,” the lawyer said, adjusting his glasses. “My name is Lloyd, and I’ve represented Mr. Rahmelo King for several years. Before we begin, I’d like to offer my condolences to the King family and everyone Mr. King loved.”

Ryleigh jumped from my lap and ran to the other side of the table where Kyenna was. Kyenna didn’t hesitate to pick her up and hug her. A sting of jealousy hit me. Even a blind muthafucka could tell my daughter loved her and Kyenna loved my daughter back. My eye cut over at Shameek and he was watching me like a hawk. Mr. Rod was looking and them smiling. I wasn’t surprised to see Jaharee, and Ms. Lorriane wasn’t here. I knew the men were here to protect Kyenna.

“Per Mr. King’s request, I’d like to begin with the children.”

I crossed my legs and smiled. This was my moment and I couldn’t wait to see Kyenna’s skin turn a shade darker. I knew my baby was first. Lloyd opened the folder.

“To my son, Kaiden King, and my daughters, Khari King and Ryleigh Newsome…” He paused. “Each child has an irrevocable trust established in their name.”

I looked at Averie and she looked at me.

“The trust shall remain inaccessible until each child reaches the age of twenty-five unless funds are approved beforehand for education, medical emergencies, or purchases of a primary residence.”

Did he just say twenty-five? The fuck was Rah thinking about? Our daughter was three years old.

“Each trust has been funded in the amount of five hundred thousand dollars.”

I almost choked. Shit, I would’ve settled for fifty stacks.

“In addition, college tuition, books, housing, and approved educational expenses shall be paid in full directly from the estate.”

Averie was happy, obviously from the smile on her face. She was an educated bitch, so of course she was worried about her children going to college.

“As it pertains to child support. Monthly deposits shall continue to be made for the benefit of Kaiden, Khari, and Ryleigh until each child reaches the age of eighteen.”

Now I could sit back and smile. All I heard was my bills were paid. A bitch was satisfied. I couldn’t wait to call Kam’s ass and tell her she was wrong about my baby daddy.

“However,” the lawyer looked at me. “Before any distributions are made on behalf of Miss Ryleigh Newsome. Mr. King requested that a court-admissible DNA test be completed confirming paternity.”

“What?” The word flew out before I could control it.

“This was Mr. King’s written instruction.”

“So, he questioned my daughter?”

“No.”