Page 87 of Addicted

“Y’all have fun,” I said. “Me and Zo got business to handle back in the city.”

Indie looked at me, her expression shifting slightly.

“You leaving?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “But I’ll be back later.”

She nodded, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I reached over and squeezed her thigh under the table, a silent reassurance. She gave me a small smile.

After breakfast, everyone started getting ready to go their separate ways. Aurora and Indie went upstairs to change into their swimsuits. Ish headed to his room to grab his trunks.

Kenzo and I stood in the foyer, waiting. When everyone came back down, I walked over to Ish and dapped him up.

“Be good,” I said.

“I will,” he said.

I nodded at Aurora. “Have fun.”

“Thanks for letting me stay,” she said, smiling.

Then I turned to Indie. She was standing there in a white cover-up, her hair pulled up into a high ponytail, looking fine as hell.

I walked over to her and pulled her into me, my hand going to the back of her neck.

I kissed her deep and slow, not giving a fuck that everyone was watching. When I pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen.

“I’ll be back later, baby,” I said.

“Okay,” she whispered.

I kissed her one more time, then let her go.

Kenzo was saying his goodbyes to Aurora, pulling her into a hug that lasted a little too long, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle.

I smirked. Nigga was already booed up and had the nerve to talk about me.

Finally, Kenzo and I headed out to the driveway where our cars were parked.

“I’ll see you at the warehouse,” I said.

“Bet,” Kenzo said, climbing into his Audi.

I got into my Mercedes, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway.

***

The drive back to LA was long, but I didn’t mind. I had Mozzy bumping through the speakers, his voice filling the car as I navigated the freeway.

My mind drifted to the traitor situation.

We’d set the bait for Wes weeks ago, but nothing had come of it. No proof. No confirmation. Just a gut feeling that I had. I would’ve been killed this nigga if it wasn’t for Zo.

The longer this shit dragged on, the more impatient I got. I didn’t like loose ends. Didn’t like not knowing who the fuck was trying to play me.

Somebody in my organization was running their mouth, leaking information. When I found out who it was, they were dead.

Simple as that.