Page 112 of I Heard It All Before

Asha jumped when she heard her voice, especially since she never heard when Kelly came into the house.

“What are you doing here?” Asha asked as her heart dropped.

Her brother was in the bathroom fucking her friend and his wife had just walked through the door.

“I live here bitch,” Kelly laughed.

“You know what I mean. Quincy said that you were working overtime,” Asha replied.

“Girl, it was slow as hell. They asked who wanted to go home and I was the first one to volunteer. Where is everybody?” Kelly asked.

“The kids are upstairs on the game,” Asha replied nervously.

“Where’s my husband?” Kelly asked.

Her question was answered when Kenya came walking out of the hallway bathroom, pulling her dress down. Quincy followed soon after, tugging at the zipper of his jeans.

“Baby. What are you doing home?” Quincy asked, his voice giving away his guilt.

“You can’t be serious right now! In our fucking house! With our children right upstairs!” Kelly screamed as she charged straight at him.

Quincy blocked her licks, but he never once tried to hit her back. He was wrong and he had to take what she was giving. Kelly had ripped his shirt from his body and was clawing at his face like an angry cat. Kenya tried to ease by the commotion, but Kelly snatched her back before she could get too far. Kelly boxed her up like a professional fighter who was trying to win a belt.

“Don’t do that girl like that. Be mad with your husband,” Asha said as she tried to separate the two women. Kelly was like the Incredible Hulk the way she picked Asha up and body slammed her to the floor.

“You coming over here with that bitch knowing that she was fucking my husband!” Kelly yelled as she wailed on Asha, who was on the floor squirming in pain.

“Baby, chill out. I’m sorry okay,” Quincy said as he pulled his wife up and put her in a bear hug.

That gave Asha enough time to get on her feet and charge at her sister-in-law. Quincy was in between them, absorbing most of the licks when his sister and his wife started swinging on each other. Asha felt played and she wanted Kelly in the worst way.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Kelly yelled as tears poured from her eyes.

“Bitch, this is my brother’s house!” Asha yelled back.

“Chill out Asha. Don’t talk to my wife like that,” Quincy defended.

“Fuck you, nigga! I don’t need you taking up for me. You can follow those hoes right out the front door!” Kelly replied.

“Can we talk baby? Just let me explain,” Quincy pleaded.

“Explain to your sons why you won’t be living under the same roof with them anymore,” Kelly cried.

“This is our home Kelly. Just let me talk to you,” Quincy begged.

“You didn’t give a fuck about this being our home when you did God knows what with that bitch under our roof! Get the fuck out and don’t think about coming back!” Kelly yelled.

“Don’t beg that hoe, Quincy; let’s go,” Asha replied as she walked away.

Kenya had already limped out the front door and Asha wasn’t too far behind. Quincy was still begging and pleading, but it fell on deaf ears. Kelly was done with him and his trifling ass sister. Kelly was always getting on Asha for doing other people wrong. She never imagined that she would be one of the people who she did it to. After being ignored long enough, Quincy finally joined his sister and Kenya in Asha’s car and drove away. They were too busy talking about what just happened to notice that they were being followed.

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“Man, I’m following them bitches right now!” Kamari yelled in excitement.

He was both shocked and pleasantly surprised when he saw Asha and another woman rushing out of a house and getting into her car. A man, who he assumed was her brother, came rushing out soon after. Kamari had just finished pumping gas at the station across the street, but he hopped in his car and followed behind them. He never even bothered to go back inside to get his change.

Kamari had been inside for months since learning that there was a warrant out for his arrest. His lawyer was vague on the details of the warrant, but he figured it was because he’d missed his court date. Kamari’s lawyer had been trying to get him to turn himself in, but he wasn’t having it. He had been shacking up with the same chick that he was with when he saw Demi at the restaurant with her sisters a while ago. She was a friend of Lawrence’s girlfriend and she was cool. She cooked and fucked Kamari just about every day, making him feel like a king. Unlike Demi, she was even okay with his occupation, since she had dated several dope boys before. He was tired of being inside all the time, so he went to the gas station for cigars and gas. Kamari had his car parked in her garage for months and that was his first time driving it in a while.

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