Kyra swore her intentions were pure when initially moving Sugar in, she thought they could reconnect but as time went on those same feelings of jealousy and hate started to surface again. Sugar was the perfect pawn and Kyra didn't have to do anything, Sugar had set herself up.

Sugar was fuming in the inside but she didn't want to blank out and she be the one to fuck this up. What could she do or say? Kyra had done some foul shit but all she truly knew was that she had sold weed on the side- which Ant had already caught her and whooped her ass for. She could've brought up the kidnapping situation but then again, she had been agreeing with Ant about it this whole time. She was the one who even mentioned firing his staff for it. And everyone including Ant knew she was a hoe, that was no secret at all.

"Fuck you." Sugar stated coldly handing her the flip she had clenched tightly in her hand.

"Ahem, the touchscreen ma'am." Kyra motioned for Sugar to hand it over with her hand held out.

Sugar rolled her eyes hard lifting her butt of the custom leather seats in the car unzipping her pants while Kyra watched in confusion. Pulling the iPhone 6 out of her purple boy shorts she tossed the phone towards Kyra. "Smell nice and sweet for you too. Be quick." Sugar flopped back onto the seat crossing her arms.

"Smart girl." Kyra snatched the phone placing them each in her bra getting out the car.

Sugar banged on the dash of the car placing her head in her hands. "Lord be with us all." She prayed out loud.

Kyra got out the car adjusting her PINK leggings she wore throwing the hood on her head of the matching jacket she wore. She walked around to the back of the car grabbing the purse from trunk where she held the weight. Sugar asked her to hold it because if Kyra had got caught it would've been her ass and Sugar wouldn't have known shit. Kyra was just happy to feel on top and like she ran the show so she happily complied. Walking up to the house Sugar had pointed out she seen some Latina chick sitting on the steps. It had been the same one Ant had initially met.

The Latina chick- - who name was Ciara quickly stood up when she seen Kyra approaching. Amir told her who he was expecting but he said she was chocolate, she wasn't expecting a light skin chick. "Who are you supposed to be? You ain't Sugar." Ciara checked Kyra sizing her up. Kyra had a bit of height on her but Ciara ain't care she would slice a bitch quick.

Kyra assumed Ant had told "Stacks" Sugar was doing the drop but it was too late now. "I am Sugar, boss must've been fucked up or something." Ciara only stared blankly at Kyra unamused. "Look bitch, you trying to get paid or what? I'm sure Stacks want this shit Sugar or no fucking Sugar."

Ciara knew she was right she allowed her in. "Cmon." Kyra followed behind Ciara into the house but surprisingly it was laid and had bad bitches damn near everywhere. What kind of hoe house this nigga running?, Kyra thought to herself. She was glad they were at least cute. The house had multiple rooms you wouldn't even realize looking at the outside. Ciara took Kyra to the furthest room in the back where Amir was he had some Beats on counting cash in a room where only a desk rested.

"I know you fucking lying!" Kyra hollered immediately making Amir make direct eye contact with her.

"What the fuck?!" Amir yelled back. Ciara looked back and forth between the two confusingly.

"Daddy you-" Ciara began and Kyra cocked her head mugging the girl.

"Get out! Leave her and shut the door behind you." Amir told her and Ciara quickly left the room. "First off, give my shit cause whatever the fuck you got to say can wait. It's my business first and I'll send Ciara back in her to slice you up if you stupid." Amir told her coldly. Kyra felt the seriousness in his voice and grabbed the product out her Gucci bag tossing it onto the table. He slid her a wad of cash back and she tucked it into her purse.

"So you Stacks huh?" Kyra giggled. "Thats cute. Do Ant know you back Amir?" Amir quickly rose to face her so closely she felt the heat from his body.

"Bitch if you say anything you dead. Do you fucking here me? You thought I was bad then? Try me." Same old Amir, Kyra thought. She knew he meant that to the core feeling a chill down her spine.

"She's yours. Mira is fucking yours. If you want me to shut up you gone have to pay and start helping. Your call." She smiled. Same old Kyra, Amir thought to himself.

Walking back to his desk he grabbed a phone out his desk handing it to Kyra. "I'll text you and we can discuss this. Til then make sure you shut the fuck up." Kyra nodded her head in agreement placing it into her purse.

"But don't wait too long, I don't like holding secrets." She said before walking out.

"Bet you held ours!" Amir called out.

Ignoring his comment because it was true she continued to walk down the hall passing the many women. Making to the door her boob vibrated. Sugar's phone. Pulling it on she seen a text message. Why the fuck you ain't tell me it was Kyra?, it read. And right above that was the contact- Amir.

This bitch, Kyra thought to herself. This whole time. This whole fucking time it wasn't Ant it was Amir. Sugar was so sneaky. Kyra quickly rushed out the house thinking of a million things. She wasn't going to say anything. Maybe this could work in her advantage. This could be her leverage. Ant and Amir were literally mortal enemies. This could be it. Kyras way to the top. Kyra made it to the car getting in placing her bag onto the floor.

"Bitch that felt like forever! Did it work?" Sugar asked. Her stomach had been turning since Kyra had left.

"Yeah, I told you I got this. Money's in my bag. Oh, and here's yo phone back. I just had to make sure you aint rat. I think it vibrated. Ant probably looking for you." Kyra pulled the phones out handing them to Sugar. Sugar decided not to look at them yet until they got home. She knew Amir probably cussed her out so she placed it back into her underwear.

"He'll be aight, he just gone be happy we did it." She smiled.

"We sure did, this is it! Turn my City Girls back on." Kyra grinned.

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