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My fucking wife.
The security footage.
Sam kissing him.
Levin sitting in my fucking face telling me he’d been digging my wife out for months like that shit was supposed to be funny.
I poured another shot.
“Nigga was letting me stay in his fucking house.”
Frozo still didn’t say anything.
“Whole time he fucking Sam, taking her out and shit.”
Still nothing.
I looked at him.
“Nigga, you deaf?”
“Nope.”
“Then say something.”
“What you want me to say?”
“Something!”
“Aight.”
He sat forward.
“You fucked this shit up.”
I stared at him.
“The fuck?”
“You heard me.”
“How the fuck I fucked up my brother fucking my wife?”
“Because your brother ain’t why your wife left you.”
“I didn’t say—”
“Yes the fuck you did. You been in here almost two hours talking like Levin came in your house, kidnapped Sam and forced her to leave you.”
“He knew that was my wife!”
“And Heather knew Sam was her cousin.”
I frowned.
“Avery knew Sam was her sister.”
“Frozo—”
