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55: Tiesha And The Advice

Tiesha hadn’t left.

If she was being honest with herself, leaving wouldn’t solve anything.

She already had a child with Ky’Mon—there was no breaking that tie. Whether she wanted it or not, something bound them together for life.

But the killings… that was different. She still wasn’t comfortable with them. And it made it worse that Ky’Mon showed no guilt.

Yes, he’d done it for her. But still.

After that night, Ky’Mon hadn’t come back home.

She knew exactly what he was doing—testing her. Seeing if she would go with Honey. And no matter how stubborn she was, she wasn’t stubborn enough to dare him like that.

It had been two days. No call from him, no call from her.

Isaac seemed to always be around Honey, which told Tiesha everything she needed to know—he was reporting back to Ky’Mon.

With a sigh, she called Isaac over and handed Esther to him. Her daughter was far too hyperactive to let her sleep, and she was feeling dizzy and drained.

Ky’Mon had made it clear he didn’t want a nanny. Said he didn’t trust “them hood bitches.” And besides—it wasn’t like she was doing anything.

She glanced at the clock. Past two. Setting her alarm for five p.m., she climbed back into bed.

It wasn’t long before Isaac came back into the room, Honey cradled in his arms, his face pinched in concern.
“Queen, you need to see a doc, you don’t look well.”

Tiesha shook her head, waving a hand dismissively.

“You sure? ’Cause y—”

“I’m fine. Just a bit tired,” she said, playing with Honey for a few moments before passing her back.

Then she let herself drift off again.

When she woke, it was already nine p.m. Her head felt heavy, her skin burning. She groaned, panting against the heat in her body, and forced herself up, grabbing her phone before heading to the bathroom.

The steady rush of water filling the bathtub was a small comfort. She slid into it, closing her eyes as her muscles loosened.

After a while, she dialed Koko’s number.

Tiesha explained everything in a low, tired voice.

Koko sighed.
“Tiesha, I got one question for you.”

“Yeah?”

“GIRL, WHAT IS THE COLOR OF YOUR PROBLEM?” Koko’s voice exploded through the speaker.

Tiesha flinched, nearly dropping her phone into the water, her eardrums ringing.
“Koko, what the fuck?”

“What exactly did he do wrong, huh? He killed that guy, so what? One way or the other, we’re killing someone.”

“How can you say that?” Tiesha frowned.

“Take for example—Lowe kills, and I don’t have one problem with it ’cause I know he don’t kill innocents. That guy Ky’Mon killed? Fucking raped you. And he’s avenging for you. Are you stupid?! If you leave his house, don’t ever talk to me again.”

“Seriously?” Tiesha rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, ’cause he’s a good niqqa. The niqqas out here just want pussy. Ky’Mon is loyal and caring. What else you looking for, huh? You leave him, what makes you think you’ll get a better niqqa?”