“Mish wasn’t there.”

“They must have Kennedy, then, because that crack-head said they got two girls.”

Kisa called Kennedy’s phone.

It rang a few times then an unfamiliar voice answered. “Hello?”

“Who is this?” Kisa asked.

“This is Detective Sorcosky. Is that you, Mrs. Montega?” Kisa ended the call. “Shit, they got Kennedy too.” Kisa was angry, hurt, and frustrated. “I swear to God,” she said aloud, “between Shea and TaTa, I’ve learned that family will fuck you first!”

“Who was that with you at the party if you don’t have a woman?” Mish questioned Suef while sipping champagne in the sunken Jacuzzi in the great room of his skyline condominium.

“That was my companion. We’re not serious, though, not like how you and I could be.” He was under the impression that Mish was a Brazilian model named Aryanna. Suef didn’t have a clue that he was spending time with his younger cousin’s murderer. Mish’s deadly associates, Delinda and Felise, were also in the Jacuzzi with Suef’s top lieutenants Trenton and Abdul.

“Where is your companion tonight?” Mish inquired of Suef.

He looked at her strangely, feeling like she was being a bit nosy. “Why are you so interested in her?”

“I’m not interested in her at all. I just happened to notice her things laying around. I just want to be sure that she’s not going to bust up in here with a bunch of drama,” Mish replied, rocking Suef’s suspicions to rest.

“Oh nah. Nah, baby, I sent her out of town to the spa for a few days to relax so I could relax with you.” He nibbled on her neck.

This was one job that Mish couldn’t wait to end. Suef’s touch made her skin crawl, and his corny game made her sick to her stomach. Pretending to enjoy his sloppy tongue going across her neck, Mish said, “Let’s go to your room so we can have some privacy.”

“Beautiful, you must have read my mind.” He tripped over his own feet rushing to get out of the hot tub.

What a buster. Mish smirked to herself, gliding out sexily.

“We’re taking it on back,” Suef announced. “Do not bother me unless a nigga is about to die or the jakes kick in the door.” Mish followed him into the master suite. “Ah man, I forgot to get a fresh bottle,” he said, turning to leave.

Mish stepped in front of him. “Go ahead and lay down. I can get it. Where’s it at?”

“The bottles are in the refrigerator in the bottom drawer.”