Page 123 of Kissed By The Trillest Thug 3

“Could be. That’s why we ain’t going in there blind.”

I nodded, appreciating that he wasn’t letting the fact that Ghost was his brother cloud his judgment. Whatever relationship they had before all this, too much had happened for him to trust him now.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked.

Tahari turned toward me.

“He’s expecting me. Not you. I’ma let him think that’s exactly how it’s going down.”

“And where I’m supposed to be?” I asked.

“Close enough.”

“Aight,” I shook my head up and down.

I looked out the passenger window as he pulled away from the hospital. I wasn’t nervous about seeing Ghost. If anything, I was relieved that we finally knew where he’d be. The hardest part had been knowing he was still out there somewhere, free to show up whenever he felt like it.

Pops had spent years making sure nobody could bring trouble to our doorstep without answering for it. I had watched him handle Cornelius when I couldn’t, and even though I was grateful for what he’d done, there had always been a part of me that wished I’d been able to handle that situation myself.

Pops wasn’t in any condition to be chasing Ghost down, even if he’d never admit it. He had Ma and the baby to worry about, along with getting back on his feet. I wanted him to have the chance to do all of that without another bullet putting him back in the hospital.

“You got what you need?” Tahari asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Not on me.”

He reached over and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a gun before passing it to me.

“I brought extra.”

I took it from him before settling back into my seat.

“Good looking.”

He nodded and turned his attention back to the road.

“One more thing. Whatever happens tonight stays between us. Mr. Browne doesn’t need to know nothing about this until it’s over.”

“If it’s up to me, he wouldn’t hear shit about it ever...”