The Warning Shot

Zaire’s POV

Life felt like a game of chess now, every move calculated, every decision carrying weight. The girls were stronger, no doubt about it, but that didn’t mean I could let my guard down. Amanda wasn’t just a threat; she was a ticking time bomb, and I could feel the pressure building.

Sitting in my office, I stared at the surveillance footage Malik had sent over. A black SUV had been spotted trailing us for the past two days, sticking close to our homes, the gym, and even the warehouse.

“Yuh see dis?” Malik asked, leaning back in his chair. “Amanda nah play.”

“She’s too bold,” I muttered, my fist clenching against the desk. “She t’ink she untouchable.”

Giovanni walked in, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “If yuh want mi deal wid it, jus’ seh di word.”

“Not yet,” I replied, shaking my head. “Mi nah gi har di satisfaction fi seh mi a move reckless. But wi need fi send a message.”

Malik nodded, his face serious. “What yuh thinking?”

“A warning,” I said, my voice low. “Show her seh wi know every move she mek. But wi nah kill har...yet.”

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Miyah’s POV

When Zaire called a meeting that night, I could feel the tension before he even opened his mouth. Ashley, Zoey, and I sat on the couch while Zaire, Malik, and Giovanni stood across from us, their faces hard.

“Amanda’s been following wi movements,” Zaire started, his eyes locking on mine. “She’s watching every step wi mek, every place wi go. And mi nah go lie—dat nuh sit right wid me.”

“Let her watch,” Zoey said, her voice sharp. “She cyaah do nutten.”

“Not true,” Malik countered, his tone grave. “Di fact seh she’s bold enough fi follow wi mean she feel she have di upper hand.”

Ashley frowned, crossing her arms. “So, what wi ago do? Wait fi she mek di first move?”

Zaire shook his head. “Nah. Mi ago mek it clear seh she nuh have di power she t’ink she have. Giovanni and Malik ago deal wid har car, mek sure she know seh wi deh one step ahead.”

“But what if she escalates?” I asked quietly, my stomach churning at the thought.

Zaire walked over and crouched in front of me, his eyes softening. “Mi nah go mek nutten happen to you, Miyah. Not you, not Ashley, not Zoey. Trust mi.”

I nodded, but deep down, I knew this wasn’t going to end easily.

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Zoey’s POV

The next morning, the news broke. A black SUV had been found torched on the outskirts of the city, the fire leaving nothing but a skeleton of metal.

“Message received,” Giovanni said with a smirk when we saw the footage on TV.

But I wasn’t so sure. Amanda wasn’t the type to back down, not without a fight.

“Wi cyaah relax now,” I said as we sat around the kitchen table. “This might piss her off more.”

“Good,” Ashley said, her tone cold. “Let her come. Wi ready.”

Was I scared? A little. But more than that, I was angry. Amanda had pushed too far, and if she wanted a war, then a war is what she’d get.

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Amanda’s POV

When Jada called me about the car, I almost laughed. They thought this would scare me? They thought this would make me back off?

“Jada,” I said, my voice dripping with venom. “They want a war. Fine. Let’s give them one.”

I wasn’t afraid of Zaire or his little group of ‘bad gyals.’ They’d underestimated me before, and they were about to pay for it.

“Get everyone together,” I continued, pacing the room. “If Zaire wants to play games, then we’ll show him just how dangerous we can be.”

Jada hesitated. “Amanda, maybe we should chill. This could get—”

I cut her off with a glare. “Don’t tell me to chill. They started this. I’m going to finish it.”

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Zaire’s POV

That night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get worse. As much as I wanted to keep Miyah and the girls out of this, I knew they were already in too deep.

Miyah sat beside me on the couch, her hand resting on my thigh. “You think this will stop her?” she asked softly.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “No. Amanda nuh dat type. Dis jus’ go mek har more dangerous.”

“Then what’s the plan?”

I turned to her, my jaw tightening. “We finish dis once and fi all. But first, mi need fi know seh yuh ready fi whatever come next.”

She nodded, her eyes burning with determination. “I’m ready, Zaire. Whatever it takes.”

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