B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 47- Trynna Understand

Makyah

When I had told Mike, The twenty-fives all in there, what I really meant was there was an additional seventy-five in the bag.

I wasn't so naive to believe that he would leave Zai alone just off of seventy- five thousand and after piecing a few things together, it had dawned on me that Cedes, most likely had dealt with Mike-Mike before.

It had been in her demeanor. It all made sense, why she was how she was. Cedes was a hard person to get to know, she wasn't sentimental, every single action she made had a thought process to it.

Even drunk, she was aware of everything going on in her surroundings, it was like she'd never in her lifetime let her guard down or she'd been forced to always have it up...

I'd noticed how even with her smooth skin, she had scars marking her body, but when I'd ask she'd always deflect.

Mykah, I had a life fore I metchu, she'd laugh. All those times I thought nothing of it, but now it seemed to be coming full circle.

So a last, I'd gone and given Mike-Mike a hundred and twenty five thousand, hoping he'd piece it together himself and leave the three of us alone.

I hadn't told Zaiver and I didn't plan to either, I knew he'd make it bigger than it was and try to pay me back.

I'd had plenty more sitting in a trust for me. Leaving the bathroom, I crawled into bed.

I doubted I would be able to fall asleep, especially now that my brain was on a mission to over analyze everything.

My bedroom door opened, but I paid it no attention.

Were—Did I even know them or..?

Zaiver stood in front of me, watching me closely as I stared ahead not really looking.

"Did you two know each other before we met?"

A look of utter confusion twisted on his face, but shortly after, understanding dawned on him.

He kneeled down in front of me, "Kyah, we met when we was kids. How was I gone know Mercy?"

"Ok," I sat up. "So explain to me why y'all both know bout Mike and yet when I first introduced you two y'all ain't tell me y'all already knew each other? I mean was you two fucki—"

"Wohw, I never fucked Mercy or Mônica. Shit, I know I get around, but damn Ion put my dick in everything." Both elbows on my bed, he cracked his back, "Kyah, I wanna tell you but I can't. Wasn't fa Mercy, I probably would've been dead on the streets in high school, that's all I can say."

I didn't have anything to say. "If she wants to talk to you bout ha life then that's between you two, but my life working fa Mike—that's a can I ain't trynna pop back open..."

I'd gotten up and gone to the bathroom to grab some things; as he'd been talking, I couldn't help but to be mindful of all the cuts and bruises on his face.

"Come here." I'd come back and taken a seat next to him.

Motioning for him to come closer I spread my legs, first aid supplies in my hands.

"Oh, nah," he exclaimed flinching away. I had a cotton ball drenched in alcohol.

Guys could fight all day, but would refuse to get cuts cleaned out. I rolled my eyes, so dramatic. "Stop being a baby." I tightened my legs around him, hoping to trap him, but he hissed in pain.

Worried, I let go. "My bad.., you ok?" He simply clutched at his sides, but nodded anyway.

Men and their pride.

"Get in the shower, imma go get you something to wear and some ice."

I figured his ribs were bruised, maybe even cracked. I doubted it—well, hoped they weren't severely hurt.