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Chapter 43

“I’m trying to see why she keeps posting all these pictures of this ugly ass lil baby,” Asha said as she looked through Nora’s Facebook pictures.

Nora still had her blocked, but she created a fake page just to spy. Asha was careful not to comment because she didn’t want to get blocked again. The baby had made a month old and Nora was making a big fuss about it.

“You’re wrong for that Asha. That baby is cute,” Kenya replied.

“Only because he looks like Cam. I hate his bitch ass mama,” she fumed, referring to Demi, who was in a few of the pictures.

She would forever owe her an ass whooping after what she had done to her. Asha was pissed that her other brothers were in jail because Quincy was acting like a bitch. Asha came home bruised and battered and he had the nerve to tell her not to worry about it. Asha made the mistake of telling him about Demi’s little threat and he didn’t feel like retaliation was worth it. He was too busy trying to kiss Kelly’s ass to worry about what was happening with her anyway. Kelly had filed for divorce and she really didn’t want him back. Her mind seemed to be made up, but Quincy couldn’t accept that.

“Where are you about to go? I need a ride to work,” Kenya said, speaking of her job as a bartender at a local bar.

“I got orders that I need to drop off,” Asha replied.

“This late?” Kenya asked.

“Yes bitch, money don’t sleep and neither do I,” Asha replied.

“Oh, I thought you were going by one of your men,” Kenya said.

“I am as soon as I’m done,” Asha replied as she finished doing her makeup.

“Oh, well, I’m going home when I get off. I don’t have time for your brother and his mood swings. He’s pissed with his wife and taking it out on everybody else,” Kenya replied.

“I don’t know why he’s chasing her stupid ass. She said she wants a divorce and he should give her one. That bitch had me fucked up when she put her hands on me,” Asha frowned.

“I was mad too, but I was wrong for what I did. Messing with her husband was one thing, but I shouldn’t have done it in her house,” Kenya replied.

“Girl, fuck that. You didn’t owe that bitch nothing. I don’t give a fuck if a nigga is married or not. If he’s breaking bread, I’ll fuck him in his wife’s bed if he wants to,” Asha replied, as Quincy walked into the room.

“Run me to the barber shop to pick up my bike Asha. I need to hit another lick or something to get my money right. I can’t keep going through this shit,” Quincy complained.

“You need to go get the damn car that you paid for!” Asha yelled.

“Man, that bitch sold my shit!” Quincy fumed.

“She sold your car!” Asha yelled loudly.

“That’s fucked up. Can she even do that?” Kenya asked.

“It was in her name. I can’t do shit about it,” Quincy replied.

“That hoe is wrong for that. You need to hit a lick on one of her brothers. I’ll be happy to help you,” Asha replied.

“Nah man. What about one of them clowns that you mess with?” he asked her.

“Take your pick. I don’t give a fuck.” Asha shrugged as she grabbed her purse.

Quincy and Kenya followed her outside and got into her car.

“Stop at the gas station by her job, so I can fill this can up right quick,” Quincy ordered.

“Okay, but you have to come with me to drop this hair off first. I’ll be going out of my way if I go to the barber shop first,” Asha replied.

They dropped Kenya off to work and went across the street to the gas station. Quincy made the mistake of sending Asha inside to pay for his gas, and she walked out with some dude following behind her. Quincy filled his can up with gas and waited in the car for his sister to finish talking. When fifteen minutes passed with no change, Quincy honked the horn to rush her along.

“Give that nigga your number and let’s go Asha!” Quincy got out of the car and yelled.

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