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“Bitch ass nigga,” she agrees, nodding.
“You don’t have to come,” I say and she sucks her teeth.
“Hoe, let’s go.”
“What about your cases?”
“I only have a bail hearing at three-thirty. It’s on the board. I’m emailing now for coverage. I’m going with you.”
She closes her food and I do the same. Then she places the containers in her fridge, grabs her cell and handbag, and we leave. We ride together in my Jeep. For the entire twenty-minute trip, we bash Langston and my anger expands. As soon as we are in the condo, we pack up my shit, checking each item before we place them in my luggage. After taking them to my Jeep, we go back into the condo and tear shit up. We look in every room, drawer, closet, and nook and cranny but nothing. Frustrated, I just start knocking stuff over, smashing plates, straight acting a damn fool.
“Where the fuck is it?” I huff before plopping down on the sofa. “There’s nothing. Ugh! I’m mad as hell.”
“Maybe he takes it with him to work or something?” Shae suggests.
“But she said it was here,” I say just as the door opens, causing me to sit up.
“What the fuck, E!” he barks when he walks in and sees the mess.
“Nah, fuck you, nigga,” Shae spits.
“I got this,” I tell her, then stand. “What did you do to me?” I snap. His smug ass walks right past me without answering. He heads to the bedroom and I’m right on his ass. “You hear me talking to you. What the fuck did you do to me?” He stops by the bed, drops his bag, then sits down all calm and shit like I’m not yelling and asking him anything. “Langston!” I scream.
“I don’t know what you’re yelling about,” he finally says after looking up at me.
“You’re lying. You know exactly what you did. You put a fucking spell on me. Where’s the picture or whatever the hell you tied together to keep me here, you bastard,” I demand.
“I don’t have it because I don’t know what you’re talking about. Calm down. I’m about to take a shower. We can talk afterwards,” he has the nerve to say.
“Afterwards! I’m not staying here. All of my shit is gone. There is no fucking afterwards.”
“But you’re not going to leave me though, right?” his dumb ass says, like he can’t hear a word I’m saying.
“I wish the fuck I might. I said I’m leaving, but just know this, that was fucked up what you did to me. I hope you rot in hell.”
When I turn to leave, he stands and rushes to me. Roughly, he grabs my arm. “I said but you’re not going to leave me though, right?”
“And I said I am; let me go!”
His grip on me gets tight as fuck. “But you’re not going to leave me though, right?” he asks again, in an angrier, forceful tone. He glares at me and I glare back. Then he says the same shit again. “Did you fucking hear me, E? I said but you’re not going to leave me though, right?”
The third time triggers something… Keyshauna’s words. Taglock. This is the damn taglock. He said that shit all the fucking time, and every time, I stayed or came back. Shit!
“Yes, I am. Your line doesn’t work anymore,” I spit, then jerk my arm away. “Let me—”
Before I can finish my sentence, he shoves me. My back slams into the wall and he slams the door. The fury in his eyes scares me and I scream.
Chapter
Twelve
Fifteen minutes earlier
I’ve been on shift for seven hours and we haven’t received any calls. Some days are slower than others and this is one of those slow days. All vehicles have been cleaned and restocked. Priest grilled burgers and dogs for lunch and we fucked that up. Now, me, Jay, Priest, and Hale are shooting hoops.
“Enough with that dunking shit, Hale. We can all do it,” Priest scoffs after rebounding Jay’s shot.
“Then, do it, old man,” Jay fires back, talking shit like always.
