Page 251 of Kentrell

“Aye, who the fuck is you?—”

“AYE! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

My voice hit the walls hard… snatching the air right out the room.

Everything froze.

Melly nodded like he appreciated the alley-oop.

“Like my brudda said… you’ll prolly never fully take this nigga out. He too connected. Whitfields. Walkers. Beaumonts.That Anderson nigga and his partner, Hartman. That’s the Fab Five for 29-to-life, shorty… easy.”

“So how we knock him down?”

“He gotta vice… similar to Anderson,” Melly said.

My jaw locked tight.

“He like them project pets,” Shawdee chimed in, dragging my attention to him now.

“Project pets?” Lex echoed before I could.

“Yeah… block hoes. Bitches he can fuck on and fuck off when he done.” Shawdee said it like it was gospel.

My face twisted up, disgust sitting heavy in my chest.

“Usually… he’ll send his lil’ bitch first,” Shawdee added, voice dropping.

“Kendra,” Shady cut in, pulling the name like a loaded weapon off his tongue.

My stomach turned.

First heard that name in Zoe’s office.

Then again… standing behind the wall in that kitchen…

Listening to Yam and Taffy argue like the world was about to end.

Taffy said it loud enough for the whole house to hear—her daughter was fucking with Malcolm.

This wasn’t coincidence.

This was layers… unfolding faster than I could keep up.

“Who is Kendra?” I asked Shady.

“The bitch he send out to recruit his hoes,” he answered without flinching.

Like mother, like daughter.

Taffy flashed through my mind, loud and reckless as ever.

Kendra might not have been selling it the same way her mama did… but she was still dibbling… dabbling…

Moving just grimy enough to keep Malcolm’s appetite fed.

All for his benefit.

Another pretty face running plays…

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