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“My wife, nigga. Me and Gabriana are married.”

I looked at Gabi, waiting for her to tell me this muthafucka was lying. Instead, she stood there with tears filling her eyes.

“Tae, baby, please let me explain,” she pleaded.

I stared at her before turning my attention back to him. It was taking all the strength in the Heavens and Earth for me to not kill both these muthafuckas out here right now.

“Get the fuck on before I make you a closed case,” Saint warned.

I couldn’t even say shit because I was livid and somebody was about to feel that shit, but my attention remained on Gabi. The same woman who just moved into my house had a whole muthafuckin’ husband she hadn’t bothered telling me about.

“Is that shit true?” I asked her.

“Yes, but it’s not what you think,” she answered, wiping her cheeks.

I shook my head and headed toward my truck.

“Tae, please!” she cried, following me.

“Get the fuck away from me, Gabi,” I snapped without stopping.

I climbed inside and pulled out of the parking lot before I did something I couldn’t take back. My phone started ringing before I made it down the street. I knew it was Gabi, and I declined the call and tossed my phone onto the passenger seat. I was too pissed to go home, so I headed back to Joni’s.

When I walked inside, AJ was stretched out on the couch watching television.

“Wassup, Unc?”

“Wassup, nephew? Where your daddy at?” I asked.

“He out back smoking,” AJ answered.

“Aight,” I replied, heading toward the patio.

Joni was sitting outside with a blunt between his fingers when I stepped through the door. He glanced up, surprised to see me.

“Nigga, what you doing back here?” he questioned.

“Man, you ain’t gone believe the bullshit I just found out,” I replied, dropping into the chair beside him.

“What happened?” he asked, passing me the blunt.

I took a pull before shaking my head.

“Gabi got a whole fucking husband,” I revealed.

“A fucking what?”

“Same shit I said. I pulled up to the shop and caught some random nigga grabbing on her. I was ready to blow his fucking head open until he opened his mouth talking about that’s his fucking wife.”

“The fuck Gabi had to say?”

“She admitted it. Started crying and begging me to let her explain,” I answered.

“Damn, bruh. She ain’t never mentioned being married?”

“Not fucking once. Remember I told you somebody was blowing her phone up? I asked her who the fuck it was, and she swore it wasn’t nothing.”

Joni shook his head. “So she knew that nigga was back around and still ain’t say shit?”