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Angel. Be easy.” Lifting her finger to ring the bell, she was startled when the door flung open.
    Kaylin stood there behind the screen door wearing a black hoodie, the hood hanging loosely over his face. His eyes darted over the surrounding area. She noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and that he was obviously tired.
    “What are you doing here, Red?” he snapped as he pushed open the screen door to let her in.
    “What the fuck you mean what I’m doing here? It’s three o’clock in the damn morning. I’m asking you the same damn thing! I came to take you home. Why the fuck do you think I’m here? My husband doesn’t come home or call me in five days and then I hear through the grapevine that he’s camping out at his baby’s mama. Get your shit, Kaylin. You’re coming home right now. We gotta straighten some shit out.” Her voice rose.
    “Red, it’s after two in the morning. Folks are asleep.” He closed the front door, walked right past her, and went to sit on the living room couch.
    “So the fuck what? You fuckin’ your baby’s mama now?”
    “Lower your voice, Red.”
    Bianca came running down the stairs, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Angel.
    “No, that nigga ain’t here yet. What you do? Call him and tell him I was here waiting on his ass?” Kaylin fired off at Bianca.Bianca mumbled something under her breath and rolled her eyes. “I ain’t got nothing but time, so I hope you told him to come on and get this ass whipping and to pack his shit.”
    “Why you always tripping, Kay? This ain’t our shit. Why you gotta be such a bully, Kay?” Bianca looked over at Angel as if to say
please help!
    “What the fuck is going on, Bianca?” Angel snapped.
    “Let me holla at you for a minute, please.” She turned around and went back up the stairs.
    Angel shot Kaylin a skeptical glance before following Bianca upstairs. Her head was poked out of her bedroom door as she motioned for Angel to come in.
    “What the fuck is really going on, Bianca?”
    “Girl, please talk to Kay. He is trippin’ … hard. My man Vic spanked Malik, Malik told Kay, and now he’s threatening to take Malik from me and threatening to beat Vic’s ass. “Get that nigga out of my house. Angel, I swear to you, he only tapped his ass twice, with a freakin’ oven mit. Malik didn’t even cry, his bad ass just jumped on the phone, hit speed dial, and told his father. Now he won’t leave. Please talk to him. You know how bad Malik’s spoiled ass is. Between his father and grandmother the boy is rotten.” She was obviously upset.
    “Why would you let the next nigga hit on him anyway? You know he’s gonna run and tell Kaylin. But I’ll talk to him.”
    Angel was relieved that she didn’t have to use the .22. “Girl, I thought you was fuckin’ him. I was ready to fuck both of y’all up.”
    Bianca sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Girl, please. Angel, just get him out of my house.”
    “Where is Malik?”
    “At his grandmother’s.”
    “Well, you know he is pissed off at me but I will see if I can talk to him.”
    Angel left Bianca in her bedroom and went back downstairs.
    “What did she tell you?” Kaylin snapped.
    “That you are blowing shit out of proportion. And I agree with her. You know Bianca is a good mother and you know how rotten Malik is. He needs a spanking sometimes. I spank him.”
    “You are his stepmother.”
    “And Vic is what? Isn’t she getting ready to marry him? You just don’t like him.”
    “That’s different, Angel. You ain’t supposed to be smacking on the next nigga’s seed. Let’s see if I wasn’t a part of his life. This nigga got me fucked up. Damn right, I don’t like his punk ass.”
    “Please, Kaylin. She wants you to leave. This
is
her house.”
    “She what? I paid for it.”
    “Let’s go, Kaylin. Malik hasn’t been abused. You been on some real crazy shit since the wedding and Trae and you’re taking it out on everybody. Frankly, I’m sick of