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family pad. Toys, cribs, bottles, the whole nine yards. Who would have thunk it?” She chuckled.
    “Oh, your boy Jacob the Jeweler? He just got arrested in connection with a multistate drug and money-laundering ring. He’s out on bond. But the feds hemmed him up at the Midtown Manhattan spot. You think I should give him my butterfly necklace back?” Psych!
    “But for real, they seized five mil in cash, thirty pieces of jewelry, thirteen houses, thirty-five vehicles, and 270 million in numerous bank accounts. Is that crazy or what? Now, I’m not sure if it is all his, but the article said that his affiliation was with some gang called the Black Mafia Family. I bet some broke-ass government agents’ wives will be rockin’ some serious jewelry.
    “On another note your Miami Squad won the championship last night. Your boy D-Wade got MVP, of course. The Glove finally got a ring. Big Daddy, Shaq Diesel came through. Zo, you know that’s my nigga. Haslem, White Chocolate, Posey. They all came through. Riley pulled it off, just like you said he would. You would have been really proud.
    “Your girl Angel is still here. I’ma make her ass go home today. You gotta hurry up and get well so you can talk some sense to Kaylin, or I’ma have to kick his ass. To walk out and not marry my girl? He got the game twisted. It’s not like she’s some fucking jump-off! You feel me? That was totally disrespectful and it wasn’t her fault. On top of that she’s carrying his seed.Yeah. You didn’t know that, did you? He choked her and everything. It wasn’t her fault that Snake’s ass showed up. Anyways, you need to put your man in check. That shit was foul.”
    Angel watched as Tasha took his hand and placed it on her stomach. As the tears rolled down her cheeks she was whispering in his ear.
    Yeah. It’s time for me to go home and face the music,
Angel told herself.
    Angel was livid as she dialed Kaylin’s sister Tamara’s number. She left the hospital with Tasha two nights ago and Kaylin still had not been home.
    “Tamara, it’s me. You still haven’t heard from Kay?” Anguish was evident in her voice.
    “Yeah. He didn’t call you?”
    “Tamara, no. If he had I wouldn’t be asking you what was up.”
    “He’s over at Malik’s mom’s house.”
    “He’s what?” Angel had to make sure she heard right.
    “He’s over at Bianca’s,” Tamara stated matter-of-factly.
    “It is almost one o’clock in the morning, Tamara. What the fuck is he doing over there? I’ve been looking high and low for this nigga and he’s holed up at his baby mama’s house? He hasn’t even been answering his cell.” She was acting as if it was Tamara’s fault.
    Sensing that, Tamara said, “I thought you knew!” Now Tamara felt guilty for telling her where he was.
    “Thank you, girl.” Angel tossed the phone onto the sofa. “Ain’t this some shit!” She stood with her hands on both hips, deep in thought, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Getting angrier by the minute, she tried to control the negative thoughts that were causing her imagination to run rampant. As she paced back and forth, the visual of Kaylin wrapped around his baby mama caused her to move even faster. Before she knew it she was jumping into some jeans, a sweatshirt, and sneakers.She picked up the phone and dialed the number for a taxi. She went to Kaylin’s safe and grabbed his .22. She tucked it into her waistband. Taking fifty dollars out of her purse along with her driver’s license, which she stuffed into her back pocket, she snatched up her keys and was out the front door where she waited on the porch until the cab came.
    At 2:20 a.m. she was getting out in front of Bianca’s home. She had a nice little house in Astoria, Queens. She paid the driver, jumped out, and walked briskly up the driveway. Kaylin’s Mercedes station wagon was parked big as day.
This nigga ain’t even trying to be discreet.
She patted where the .22 was. “Be easy,