Zique looked towards Damion who walked casually into Gabe’s room where he was still staying. His hands were in his pockets, eyes squinted into tiny beads. “What exactly are you planning? And you went and saw Kiara, right? How is she?

Zique shrugged. “I’m not planning anything major.”

“And Kiara...?”

“She’s fine.”

“Fine...? I don’t think she is. Gabe is right, though I already contacted Shontelle I don’t think you should go through with whatever you’re planning. I haven’t yet forgiven Kiara for what she did to you, but I’m sure if you end up breaking her, you’ll break too.”

“Me? Break? Do you think I’m weak?” Zique stood up from the bed, stepping closer to Damion. “Nothing like that will happen to me, so I’d suggest you mind your business.”

“Zique I...at least listen to what I have to say fir—”

Zique’s shoulder bumped harshly against his as he walked towards the door. “I don’t want to hear it, keep it to yourself.”

“Ziqu—!”

Zique walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him, he wou