Page 79 of Pieces of Us

My mother kissed Mariah on her forehead and looked at me. “I don’t know what the hell that man’s problem is, but I hope he gets his ass locked up for letting this happen to my baby.”

“I swear I’m going to kill that asshole when I get my hands on him. And that bitch Jolie is going to see me too about letting her deranged ass son put his hands on my baby.”

“We tag-teaming that ho. My niecey pooh is the sweetest. I don’t see how anyone could harm her.”

“I’m going to kick her son in his family jewels,” Megan spoke. I smirked because I was going to let her do it too.

I swear it was like my life had taken one blow after another since learning of Justin’s infidelity and Nehemiah coming backinto my life. I was tired and needed to get away because I was ready to kill someone.

I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer for myself and my baby. Only God was going to be able to save Justin and his raggedy ass side bitch.

An hour later, I had calmed down enough to allow myself to think about what I was going to do to Justin and Jolie’s asses. Mariah was finally able to put something on her stomach as I sang her a song before she went back to sleep.

Nehemiah entered the room fifteen minutes later with a stoic expression on his face. I knew him long enough to know when he was plotting or ready to explode. I saw him take a deep breath before closing the door and looking at me.

“We ran a toxicology report. She had a large amount of alcohol in her system—”

“What!” my mother shouted.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, placing my hands on my head trying to understand what the fuck was happening.

“So what’s about to happen? Are they about to go arrest that bitch?” Drue asked.

“They are…” His voice trailed off as he looked at me. “Step out with me.”

I slid out of the bed with Mariah and followed Hemi out into the hall. He led me down to an empty room and closed the door.

“I found ya mans. Loon is bringing him here, and I’m going to have a little conversation with him before I turn him over to the police.”

“I want to speak to him too,” I told him.

“Nah…”

“Hemi, it’s not a request. That motherfucka left my child with people who were out to harm her. Alcohol, Nehemiah? To a three year old? Like who the fuck does some wicked shit like that? Then he’s telling my child not to call him the name she’s been calling him since she learned to talk. No, I need to talk to that bitch nigga before you handle his ass.”

The smirk on his face confused me for a moment. I didn’t know what was so humorous about what I said, but I was five seconds from slapping his ass too.

“My Boogie done turned savage. I have never heard you get out of pocket like this. No lie, that shit is turning me on.”

I wanted to smile, but I was too serious about what I said.

“I’m serious, Nehemiah.”

“I know, baby. I’ma let you get your shit off.”

“Thank you.” His cell went off.

“Yo? A’ight. We’re coming down now.”

He hung up and took me by the hand. We traveled down three different halls until we were in the parking garage. He led me through to a part they were reconstructing, and I saw Lawrence leaning on the trunk of a Malibu.

“What’s good, family?” he asked, dapping Nehemiah and hugging me.

“Hey. Where is he?” I asked.

Lawrence popped the trunk and pulled a bound Justin from it. He ripped the tape from his mouth, and Justin started his rant.

“What the fuck is going on, Morgan!” he yelled.

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