“You got the recording?” I asked. Meechie nodded. “Sending it to yo’ phone now,” he replied. I smirked. Kashus Grant was easy to catch up. All it took was a few light-skinned big booty strippers to get him on a recording talking foul about Monroe and snorting cocaine up his nose. He planned to get her strung out on drugs after he took over her father's business. I already had plans to fuck him up, but now I was going to put two in his head. You ready to go talk to her pops?” Meechie asked just as the flight attendants opened the door.
