Page 58 of I Heard It All Before

“Oh God,” Demi groaned in disgust.

Cam let go of Demi’s hand and extended it to one of the men for a handshake, but the other man wasn’t in a friendly mood. Instead of shaking his hand, the man hauled off and hit Cam, slightly knocking him off balance.

“The fuck!” Cam yelled, quickly getting himself back on track.

He pushed Demi out of the way and started throwing blows like he was in a boxing ring. Cam loved a good fight and that was all that he did when he was growing up. He had a reputation for knocking niggas out in jail and he was about to make an example out of his sparring partner. He didn’t know what made Lo run up on him, but that was a mistake that he would live to regret. Cam was ready to punish him, but the fight was being broken up before he had a chance to. Lo’s boy, Lawrence, and two other men who were walking out of the restaurant, pulled them apart a short time later. Demi was a nervous wreck when Cam walked back over to her.

“Are you okay Cam? I’m so sorry about all this,” Demi said as she grabbed a napkin from her purse and wiped the blood that was trickling from his bottom lip.

Lo had sucker punched Cam and got a good lick in before he realized what was going. Lo was born and raised in the street, so fighting was like second nature to him. He wasn’t the best fighter, but he wasn’t the worst either.

“Are you serious right now Demi? You’re fucking the help now. A nigga that I fed for years,” Kamari said out of breath, as Lawrence held him back.

He had never seen his wife with another man and his heart was beating out of his chest. Demi just wasn’t with any man, she was with Cam, a nigga that he’d done business with for years. He and Cam were always cool, but he wanted to put a bullet in his head now. Of all the bitches in the world that he could have fucked with, he just had to choose his wife.

“Nigga, you ain’t never fed me a day in your fucking life. If anything, I was putting food on your table,” Cam fumed.

Kamari’s comment about him being the help had rubbed him the wrong way. Cam was told by his mother that his father’s wife used to refer to her the same way when she was pregnant with him.

“I can’t believe that this is happening,” Demi said in horror.

“How do you know this nigga, Demi?” Cam asked while looking down at her.

“That’s Kamari, my husband,” she replied.

“Your husband! You’re married to Lo!” Cam yelled, shocked that Lo had a wife at all. He was so low key that Cam didn’t even know if he had a woman in his life at all.

“Who?” Demi asked in confusion.

Their last name was Logan, but nobody called them by that. If that was her husband’s nickname on the streets, she knew nothing about it. It seemed as if she didn’t really know the man that she had married at all.

“Let’s go Demi,” Cam said while grabbing her hand and attempting to walk away.

“She ain’t going nowhere with your punk ass!” Kamari yelled, trying to break free from his boy’s hold.

“Calm down bruh. You can’t force her to go with you. You gon’ fuck around and go to jail out here,” Lawrence said, low enough for only his friend to hear him.

Kamari swore that he only wanted to talk to Demi, but that was before he saw who she was with. The chick that Lawrence was dealing with had finally come through with the info that he needed and she passed it along to Kamari. Lawrence was happy that he went with him because he was wilding out. It was bad enough that Demi had sent him separation papers, but she was out in public with a nigga that they were very familiar. She was gonna drive his boy crazy, if she hadn’t already.

“Let me talk to you, Demi,” Kamari requested while trying his best to remain calm.

“Are you okay Cam?” Demi asked while looking up at him and ignoring her husband.

“The fuck you worrying about that nigga for? You gotta get his permission to talk to me now,” Kamari snapped in anger.

“She ain’t being held against her will nigga. I’m not trippin’ baby. You can go talk to that clown if you want to. I’ll wait for you in the truck,” Cam replied.

“Can we just go Cam, please?” Demi begged.

She didn’t have to ask him twice. Cam grabbed her hand and turned to walk away. Kamari was like a raging bull seeing red after that. He broke free from Lawrence’s hold and charged right at them. Demi felt like a rag doll when she was snatched from behind by her hair. She hit the ground with force, causing Cam to stop walking. Lawrence was trying to regain control of Kamari, but Cam wanted blood. After helping Demi up from the ground, Cam rushed over and delivered a blow to Demi’s husband’s face that had him on the ground sleeping the moment his fist made contact.

“Oh, my God, Cam! Let’s go before somebody calls the police,” Demi said in a panic.

“You’re dead homie. I hope you know that. You’re a dead man walking,” Lawrence threatened while trying to get his friend to the car. Lo was knocked out cold, so he was dead weight.

“Make it happen then, nigga. Don’t talk about it, be about it,” Cam said as he backed up to his truck, refusing to turn his back on his enemies.

He made sure that Demi was safely inside the truck before he got in and pulled off. Cam felt bad when he saw her crying softly in the passenger’s seat. He wasn’t trying to bring more drama into her life and, at that point, leaving her alone was probably the best thing for him to do.

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