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Her face went flush, and I knew right then and there she was guilty, so now I had to get all the information I needed.

“What you want with her partna?” I asked into the phone as I watched Summer rush to get the soap off of her.

“She just left from over my crib, and she left her debit card. Not that it’s any of your muthafuckin’ business.”

“Pussy ass nigga it is my business when she’s supposed to be my girl but I tell your soft ass what, you can have her. I don’t need a muthafucka on my team I can’t trust.”

“She was never yours in the first place…”

I hung up in his face. You’ll never catch me arguing with another nigga. That was weak shit to me. My problem was with Summer, not the nigga on the phone. I placed her phone on the counter in the bathroom as I sat waiting for her ass to get out of the shower. Now that I was off the phone, she wanted to take her time to get out.

If this was the other way around, my phone would be broken and some of my shit would be cut up. Here I was being calm, waiting to see if she was going to be honest about where the fuck she had been.

“Get your ass out that goddamn shower. You was just throwing pussy on another nigga dick and now you scared to get the fuck out the shower and face me? Get your snake ass out of there before I pour some bleach on your ass and burn that raggedy ass pussy.”

Summer turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower with water dripping all over her fine ass body. I had to have an inside conversation with myself to keep my dick from getting hard. She wrapped herself in the towel and stood in front of me like she wanted to say something but she couldn’t.

“You ain’t got shit to say? All that looking dumb and shit ain’t working.”

“It’s nothing like you think it is.”

“You fucked him?”

“Law…”

“Fuck that, did you fuck him? The seat of your panties extremely wet. I couldn’t even touch them because I was scared that nigga nut was in your panties.”

She didn’t give me an answer. I pushed her ass from in front of me and went to put my shoes on before I beat her ass in this apartment. My short fuse was lit and before I hurt her, I would leave. Usually, it’s her with the slapping and punching, but now she was standing in front of me with the shit face.

“It is not what you think, Law. You get fucking mad for nothing. If you want to hear that we didn’t fuck, then we didn’t fuck, but there’s no need for you to get mad and leave. That’s some weak ass shit.”

“Summer, shut the fuck up telling me what’s weak. Nigga, if this was a bitch on my line, you would’a busted my lip by now, broke my phone, and probably pulled up on the bitch. Whoever that pussy ass nigga is wasn’t here to pick your ass up when you were at rock bottom. I’m leaving because I really want to put my hands on you for disrespecting me. It ain’t got shit to do with you and him.”

“I’m sorry, Law.”

“Yea, you right. You a sorry ass girlfriend that used a real nigga only to go give the pussy to a soft ass nigga.”

I opened the door, and Summer slammed it back closed. Squeezing my eyes shut and counting to ten, I finally was able to open them and let out a frustrated breath. Summer was a lot shorter than me, but she was feisty as hell which made her strong. I let her ass think she could really get with me but honestly, I spare her ass when she goes on her rants.

“Summer get the fuck out of my way before I hurt you. I’m at my breaking point and if I hit you, I’m going to hurt you.”

“No! We are going to talk this shit out. Ain’t that what you used to tell me?”

“When I wanted to talk a few minutes ago, you stood your dumb ass in the bathroom. Move so I can go.”

I opened the door and she slammed it again. My anger was boiling over and I didn’t want to hurt her. I picked her ass up and slammed her down on the sofa so hard that she bounced off and fell on the floor. She could’ve broken something; I didn’t turn around to see. When I got in my car, Yung Bleu was playing on the radio. It was the perfect song for the occasion.

Summer had just made the biggest mistake of her life. She was the only girl who could stop me from being a dog. Now that we were done, she was on her own. Before I could get home, Summer called me so many times that I couldn’t enjoy my damn music because it kept stopping when she called. I wasn’t going to block her or none of that shit. She was going to catch all this shit. Women been waiting for her to fuck up.

9. PINKIE

Leave it to my siblings to leave all this shit up to me. Of course, it was my idea but they could have helped. Trey had the easiest damn task and he still didn’t deliver. I know our father had strained relationships with all of us, but he tried his best. Right now, I was the only one who would deal with him. As the caterers brought the food in, I could only hope the kids would show up. When I called some of his friends, it was so last minute that they couldn’t rearrange some of their things.

It was almost seven, and the only people here was me and the caterers and a few of his old co-workers. The party was for two hundred, but it was about twenty of us here. I called Trey’s phone several times but he didn’t answer. He was probably too busy in Summer’s ass. I didn’t say anything, but I saw the hoe car parked right by his the other night. That’s why I inboxed Law. Hell, if his ol’ lady cheating, why can’t he? I could be his little boo on the side.

Looking at my watch, I became nervous. I told my father to show up at seven and nobody was here. Right as I was about to panic, Trey and his mother walked in. He actually got her to come, and that was a good thing. Our father missed her like hell.

“What the hell took you so long?” I said low enough for me and him to hear. “Hello, Ms. Della. You are looking gorgeous as ever tonight.”