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Compared to Dahlia, I wasn’t even in the fucking car.
    I zoned out completely. I star ed out of the window, putting all of my tension into biting the acrylic nail on my thumb. That feeling of being second best was nauseatingly sitting in the pit of my stomach.
    As yet another call from Chance flashed on my iPhone screen that was on silent, the tension became so much worse. Chance had been straight blowing my phone up since he got back to Chicago. I had to think of something fast to get him off of my tail. I couldn’t be attached to him in any way, shape, or form. I thought sending him to Minnesota would work, but he was even too stupid to flip a brick! Who runs through twenty-five grand with nothing to show for it?!
    Urgh!
    I couldn’t afford to give Chance anything more than what I owed him. I gave Omari the money he needed to set up the blocks on the South Side with Capone. He did give it back once money started to be made, but it was in my savings, which I was not about to touch. If I ever came up in the investigation of Aeysha’s murder, I needed that savings just in case I had to go on the run.
    Besides, Chance and I had a deal. I kept my end of the bargain. He wasn’t about to blackmail me because he was irresponsible with twenty-five thousand dollars. He could kiss my ass for all I cared.
    I stared out of the window hypnotically , randomly responding to Omari as if I was listening, until we pulled up in front of Erica and her husband’s home. It was beautiful and huge; more than six thousand square feet. Since it was a waterfront home, there was a deeded boat dock in the back that could clearly be seen from the driveway. This was a home easily worth more than a million dollars.
    “Wow. This is nice.”
    As he pulled into the driveway, Omari replied, “Yeah. Her husband bought this house after he got some gig out here. This motherfucka nice.”
    This would be Omari ’s first time seeing his sister in about five years. He had never even met Erica’s husband that she married at a courthouse ceremony. Erica was Omari’s older sister and only sibling. They didn’t have the same father. They grew up on different sides of town, because she was raised by her dad, who had an estranged relationship with their mother. Due to constant fights between Omari’s mother and Erica’s father, Erica and Omari had been pretty estranged their whole life. It wasn’t until Aeysha was killed that Erica reached out to him. Now, they were attempting to mend their relationship, especially since Erica was about two months pregnant with Omari’s first niece or nephew.
    Erica excitedly opened the door before we could even ring the doorbell.
    I was immediately taken aback by her beauty. Her resemblance to Omari was uncanny. She had those signature gray eyes, and her physical appearance was just as stunning as Omari’s. She had such dark and gorgeous features that she looked exotic; almost Indian.
    “Hi! Oh my God! I’m so happy to see you!”
    Despite Omari carrying Dahlia in her car seat, Erica threw her arms around Omari.
    Omari smiled happily. To give them room to embrace, I took Dahlia out his arms and he then was able to wrap his arms around his sister.
    I couldn’t help but take in the ambiance of this crib! The twelve foot ceilings were overwhelming. The view of the lake out of the picture window was amazing.
    Erica had definitely married well.
    “Let me get a picture,” I heard a familiar voice from my past say in the distance. The familiarity hit me so hard that I damn near dropped Dahlia.
    I looked up and locked eyes with Tre, who looked disgusted to see me.
    Just looking at him brought back awful memories of last year. Looking him in the eyes so vividly reminded me of how I practically begged him to stay with me, to choose me over his wife. Chills ran down my spine as I remembered him literally fighting to get away from me and treating me like a disposable whore ever since.
    “Baby, this is my brother, Omari , and