Tianni, a dedicated ER nurse who thrives in chaos, and Treyvon or as the streets know him as "Ghost", a feared gangster with a reputation that keeps most people at a distance.
When Ghost is rushed into her hospital one night with a gunshot wound, T...
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He pulled up outside Mika's apartment complex with his jaw clenched and his soul on fire.
He ain't knock this time.
He kicked the bottom of her door twice with the heel of his boot and banged on the top panel hard enough to make it shake.
"Mika, open this bitch fore I kick this bitch down!"
She cracked the door open, robe tied tight like she already knew what was up.
Her hair was slicked into a bun, no lashes on, no makeup.
Just her.
The real her.
But Ghost wasn't phased.
He wasn't there for no back and forth.
"Why you comin' to my house like this?" she started with attitude, but he was already walking past her.
"You really a cold bitch," he said, pacing the living room like a pit bull that ain't been fed in days.
"I seen the messages, Mika. From Tay phone."
Her face dropped.
"Yeah. That phone. The one I been payin' the bill on all these years. The one I kept on just to hear my brother voice on the voicemail."
"Ghost..."
"Nah, don't fuckin' 'Ghost' me now."
He turned and pointed dead at her.
"You was fuckin' my brother behind my back. You foul as fuck for that."
She froze.
"I ain't—" she started, but he cut her off.
"Don't lie to me again. I seen the shit. He told you he ain't wanna hurt me, and you said 'we already crossed that line.' So how long? Huh? How long was you sneakin' wit Tay?"
Mika's eyes filled up, but she ain't cry yet.
She just stood there lookin' like her soul left her body.
"The first time... it wasn't planned," she whispered.
"It just... happened."
He laughed.
A cold, dry laugh.
No humor behind it.
"So that's what y'all call that now? It just happened? Bitch, you been tryna have my kid and my brother at the same time like this shit a game of musical chairs."
