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Chapter 40

“How much do you need?” Asha asked her potential customer over the phone.

She was making a killing selling her bundles and she enjoyed having her own money. The chick that she was on the phone with had a hair salon and she always spent hundreds when she placed an order. She purchased hair from Asha and marked it up for her own customers. Asha made a grip off her and she didn’t care what she did.

“Shit, the hair business is just like the dope game,” Quincy laughed.

He had been staying with Asha and his mother since Kelly didn’t want him back at their house. Quincy didn’t have a legal income, so everything that he owned was in Kelly’s name. They both had a car, but she refused to let him take his. He was reduced to riding his old motorcycle that had a broken gas needle. He tried to keep gas in it all the time because he never knew when he was low. Even when Quincy went to get his clothes, Kelly had the police there to escort him in and out.

He was sick without his wife and he prayed that his marriage didn’t end. Kelly had accused him of cheating many times before, but she never actually had proof. Quincy had fucked Kenya several times in and out of their house and he’d never gotten caught before. Kelly crept up on Asha so fast that she didn’t even have time to warn them. Kenya was alright for sex, but she wasn’t worth losing his wife. Kelly wouldn’t even let him come to the house to for his boys. He had to go to her mother’s house to see them or pick them up.

“Okay, I got you,” Asha said as she read back the order to her customer.

She grabbed her duffle bag and prepared the order that was requested. Asha didn’t want anyone coming to their house, so she always met the customers somewhere or made drop offs.

“Aye, I need a favor,” Quincy requested.

“What’s up?” Asha asked.

“I need you to bring me to the gas station and to get my bike,” Quincy replied.

He was out with a few of his boys the night before and his bike stopped on him when he was on his way home. Asha had to come to his rescue, but he left his bike parked in a strip mall that wasn’t too far from where he’d stopped.

“You need to go get your damn car. That raggedly ass bike is gonna kill you,” Asha fussed.

“I wish I could get my shit. Kelly is still on her bullshit though,” Quincy replied.

“Fuck her. That bitch better be lucky that she’s your wife,” Asha fumed.

“Play dumb if you want to. You better not try to play with my wife and I mean that shit,” Quincy warned.

“I’m not trying to do nothing to her stupid ass. Like I just said, she better be happy that she’s your wife and the mother of my nephews,” Asha repeated.

“She don’t have to be happy for shit. Stop acting like we weren’t wrong. I fucked another bitch in my house and you knew about the shit,” Quincy acknowledged.

“Whatever,” Asha said, rolling her eyes.

Her brothers had her spoiled and she hated whenever they chastised her about anything. Quincy loved his wife to death. He wasn’t about to let Asha play with her like she’d done to his other brother’s girlfriends. She went too far at times and he wasn’t having it. Kelly was Asha’s favorite sister-in-law at one time, but she couldn’t stand her ass anymore. She didn’t care if she was wrong or not, she didn’t appreciate Kelly putting her hands on her.

“Let’s go,” Quincy ordered as she grabbed her duffel bag and followed him outside.

Asha took her brother to the gas station to fill up his gas can. They went to where his bike was parked and Quincy filled up his tank. Asha was pissed that he kept his gas can in the trunk of her car because she hated the smell. Once she was done with him, Asha headed to the hair salon to make her some quick cash. When she pulled up, there was nowhere to park. Asha pulled in on the side of the building behind another car and quickly hopped out.

Asha was all smiles when she walked into the shop, until she saw Demi and Lacey standing there talking to one of the stylists. Asha remembered being a bloated, fat pig when she was pregnant with Cam’s son, but Demi looked flawless. Her smooth chocolate skin glowed like a night light and she hadn’t gained any weight. Her stomach was huge, but that was the biggest thing on her body. Demi looked like she’d just gotten a fresh sew-in and was about to get it styled. When their eyes connected, Asha felt smaller than an ant. There she was, selling hair for a living, while Demi was a successful attorney. Still, Asha held her head high and walked over to the stylist who she was there to meet. None of the women knew her and Demi’s history, so she had no reason to be embarrassed.

“It’s almost that time Demi!” another stylist yelled from across the room.

“Yes, and I can’t wait,” Demi replied as she eased down in the chair to get her hair curled.

“I know Cam can’t wait,” Demi’s stylist chimed in.

“He’s excited, but not more than his mama. She’s gonna be the babysitter when we go back to work,” Demi replied.

“They might as well start working on another one. CJ is gonna be my auntie’s baby,” Lacey said, making Asha snap her neck around to face her.

Cam and his bitch had gone entirely too far with their bullshit. Asha had been calling her baby CJ since she found out she was having a boy. Apparently, Cam and Demi had adopted the same nickname too. Asha wanted to cry as she listened to them talk back and forth like she wasn’t standing there. Once her business was handled and she’d been paid for her products, Asha rushed out the door, tears stinging her eyes with every step. She jumped in her car and held her head back to keep the liquid pain from sliding down her face. Her first mind told her to go back inside and stomp that baby right from Demi’s stomach.

When she looked at the car that she was parked behind, she got an even better idea. Demi’s car was the one that Asha had blocked in, but she didn’t pay attention to it at first. The parking sticker that read, “Blaire Law Firm”, was a dead giveaway as to who the car belonged to. Asha looked around before getting out of her car again and walking over to the luxury car. She flipped open the pocket knife that was on her key chain and walked around the car, flattening all four tires. She smiled as she circled the car again, dragging the knife in the paint as she did. Asha then lifted her foot and began to kick the side mirror on the driver’s side until it was hanging by a wire. She did the same with the other mirror, but that one fell completely off. Asha then went into her trunk and grabbed a tire iron. The gas can that her brother had left behind stared back at her, but Asha didn’t have a lighter or a match. She lifted the tire iron high and began to bash Demi’s windows out one by one, causing the alarm to go off.

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