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“I haven’t talked to that bitch in months, but she called me to put you down on what was up,” Lawrence replied.

“That hoe fake as fuck. She got my number. If she wanted me to know, why didn’t she call me?” Kamari questioned.

“That scandalous bitch was trying to get some dick. She wouldn’t even tell me where she saw them at. She wants me to hook up with her before she tells me anything else. I hate that hoe,” Lawrence complained.

“Nigga, you better do that shit. My fucking marriage is on the line,” Kamari complained.

“I got you, fam. It’s only because of you that I’m doing this shit,” Lawrence informed him.

“Man, you just don’t know how much I appreciate that shit. I’m stressed the fuck out. I still don’t know who ran up in here in the first place and that shit is getting to me,” Kamari sighed as he continued to pace.

“I got my ears to the streets, but I have heard nothing yet. You need to fall back and focus on your home life. Your head ain’t really in the game right now to be dealing with nothing else. I know we took a big hit, but at least they didn’t get the bulk of our money. We can use that to get straight again,” Lawrence said.

“Yeah, I already thought about that too. I need to find somewhere to keep everything though. I can’t keep shit in here no more at all. Demi gon’ be like feds up in this bitch. She’s not having it,” Kamari noted.

“Shit, you gotta get her to come back first. Ole girl made it seem like she’s already moved on,” Lawrence noted.

“If she’s fucking with another nigga already, then she’s been fucking with him. She ain’t even been gone that long. I love my wife, but I’ll bury her and that nigga before I let him have her,” Kamari swore.

“Well, I told ole girl that I would hook up with her this weekend. Hopefully, she’ll get the dick and give up some more info.”

“I just need to talk to Demi, man. I know we can work this shit out if she stops being so stubborn. That’s the only thing I hate about not marrying a street chick. Demi don’t understand a lot of shit about this way of life. Her pops was a street nigga, but he sheltered her and her mama from a lot of shit.”

“You got a good wife, man. You just gotta get better at hiding what you do. I don’t understand that shit though, bruh. You’ve been flying under the radar for years. How the fuck did them niggas get that lucky to catch you slippin’ like that? Some shit just ain’t adding up. Then, the niggas caught you the day after you got your shit,” Lawrence noted.

“That’s the part that’s fucking with me so hard. I don’t talk my business to nobody like that. That shit didn’t happen by pure luck. Some shady shit is going on. Crazy thing is, I can’t even focus on it long enough to figure it out. Demi been on my mind too hard,” Kamari admitted.

“No worries fam, I got you. Just worry about making shit right with your wife. I’ll keep you posted on everything else,” Lawrence promised as he got up to leave.

Kamari walked his boy out and went back inside to sulk. That seemed to be all that he did since Demi left him. He was wrong and he never tried to deny that. He just needed her to give him another chance to make things right. He grabbed his phone and decided to call his wife once again, praying that she would pick up and talk to him. He wasn’t surprised when he got her voicemail, but he didn’t leave a message. When the phone started ringing in his hand soon after, Kamari got excited when he saw his mother-in-law’s number. He figured that Demi was calling him back, but he was surprised to hear her mother’s voice on the line instead.

“Hey Ms. Diane,” Kamari said when he answered for the feisty older woman.

“Open your door Kamari, I’m outside,” Diane replied before she hung up.

Kamari jumped up from the sofa and rushed to open the door for her. He wanted to slam it right back in her face when he saw Diane and two of her sisters standing there scowling at him. Her boyfriend was outside in his pickup truck and he looked just as angry.

“What’s up?” Kamari asked while blocking them from entering his home.

“I’m coming to get my daughter’s stuff is what’s up. I hope we don’t have no problems because I’m prepared to call the police if we do,” Diane threatened.

“With all due respect, Ms. Diane, Demi and I are married. If she wants to get her stuff, she can come and get it,” Kamari replied.

“Why, so you can put your hands on her again?” Diane asked.

“I would never hurt my wife and she knows that,” Kamari replied in anger.

“Look, I just came to get my baby’s stuff, so she can have clothes for work. It’s crazy for her to keep spending money, when she has everything that she needs here,” Diane said.

“Just call the police and let them handle it Diane. They might find some more dope up in here while they’re at it,” one of her sisters said, making Kamari look at her with a frown.

He hated that Demi had put her entire family in their business, but there was nothing that he could do about it. He was sure that she told her mother and Diane’s messy ass probably took the news and ran with it. They were gonna make it hard for them to get back together, but Kamari didn’t give a damn. He was married to Demi, not her family. Still, he wanted to be as peaceful as he could and try not to make matters worse. Demi was an only child and he didn’t want to be at odds with her mother. Although he didn’t want to, Kamari moved to the side and let the women enter his home. He felt like they were taking a little piece of his heart away with every item of Demi’s that was removed from their home. He needed Lawrence to get some info as soon as possible. He had to hurry up and get his wife back home where she belonged.

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“Man, your mama is a gangster,” Cam laughed as he and Demi pulled up to her hotel room.

“I can’t believe she did that, but I’m happy that she did. I needed my stuff, but I was dreading having to go get it,” Demi replied.

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