Page 17 of Surrender to Love

“Nah. I need to find him.”

“What happened?”

“Last week, she finally told me why they got divorced,” I reveal.

“The nigga put his hands on her?” Deuce asks.

“Nah, if it would have been some shit like that, I would have found and fucking bodied him by now.”

“So why you need to find him? I just need to know if I need to be on standby for legal representation.”

“Bruh, you always on retainer for me,” I say.

“Shit, for all of us,” Deuce adds.

“Right. So I’m not worried about that. I just need to check him. They divorced ’cause he was fucking her sister.”

“What kind of bitch ass simp shit is that?” Tre asks, not expecting an answer.

“She found out her sister was pregnant by the nigga last week and that shit hurt her all over again, so now he’s got to see me,” I continue.

“And what do you plan on doing?” Quintus asks.

“Yeah, what exactly?” Tre asks, sounding even more concerned.

“Fuck him up. That’s it. Maybe ten years ago my answer would be different, but I’m not that same wild and dumb ass nigga no more. Y’all can kill the fucking worry in your voice.”

“I’ll get my team on it Monday. If he’s here or in CF, I should be able to get you something in a few days,” Quintus says.

“Bet. ’Preciate it,” I say then stand. When I go to the kitchen to grab a trash bag, Tre walks in behind me.

“You sure you not gon’ do something dumb? We got the shop and you ain’t been reckless in a minute,” he says.

“Bruh, trust me. The most I’m gonna do is knock his ass out. After that fuck shit with Ace, I’m not taking any penitentiary chances unless I really have to.”

“A’ight,” he says while nodding, choosing to believe me. While in the kitchen, he grabs another slice and I get the bag. In the living room, I grab their empty plates, bottles, and trash. “Did you tell Sis about Matika?” Tre asks.

“Who is Matika?” Deuce asks.

“Do I want to know ’cause I can’t keep shit from my wife and she stays trying to talk about you and Kyrah?” Quintus asks as he shakes his head.

“Some girl I fucked way before my baby. I don’t even remember fucking her, but of course she remembers me. This nigga hired her. She’s the new receptionist,” I say.

“Like I knew you fucked her,” Tre scoffs.

“So she’s at the repair shop?” Deuce asks.

“Front desk. She’s been there a week,” I say.

“Then you gotta tell Kyrah, bruh. That shit won’t look good if she finds out from anybody but you,” Quintus says.

“I’m not fucking her now. Plus, she was before I was with Kyrah.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Quintus says.

“See, this is exactly why my ass stays single and only fuck with the females I know. With new chicks come new rules and problems. Y’all niggas can have that,” Deuce says.

“What females? Yo’ baby mommas?” Tre asks because Deuce has three boys by three different women. “That shit’s more dangerous than new chicks. Me and TJ momma co-parented and that’s it. Fucking her would only bring a complication in my life and I don’t need any complications,” he adds.