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to the driver’s side, got in and sped off. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. Not Tink, hell fuck no, not
     his family.
    Nikki knew the shit was about to hit the fan as Lamar pulled into his driveway. Desiree had refused to let hercall Mance. In truth, Nikki wanted to see what Lamar would do. She wasn’t feeling how he had secretly taped the sex act.
     But more personally, she knew there was a tape of her also. She had been fucking Lamar on the low for over a year and a half.
     She would never forget the night Lamar aka Kaseem had blindfolded her in his bedroom. That shit made her mad but the look
     on Desiree’s face was… let’s just say that it wasn’t pretty.
    Lamar entered his den with Mance behind him. Lamar glanced at his Rolex as he walked toward Desiree. Eight-fifty-three p.m.
     He was about to apologize for the inconvenience and hug her but Desiree snapped and slapped the blackness out of him.
    “You grimy son of a bitch!” Desiree vented.
    Lamar rubbed his stinging left cheek as he told Mance and Nikki to excuse themselves. If he had looked at Nikki he would have
     seen her grinning. Lamar had no idea why Desiree was tripping, but he sure as hell planned to find the fuck out. When he was
     alone with her he again stepped toward her but she took a step back.
    “Don’t even think about touching me!”
    He froze, holding his hands. “Okay, let’s talk, Desiree. Explain to me why I’m getting disrespected in my own house?”
    “You got the audacity to even let the word ‘respect’ roll out of your mouth! You fucking bastard.”
    “What is this about, Desiree?” he said. “This can’t be because I’m late.”
    “Nigga, you taped me having sex with you!” she shouted.
    Lamar’s mouth fell open. Damn, he remembered leaving the disc in the projector.
    “How many other times have you done this, Lamar?!”
    He started to rub his temples again. This wasn’t a good night at all.
    “I asked you a damn question, Lamar!”
    “Baby, look, I…”
    “Don’t call me that! FUCK YOU!” she shouted. She picked up her jacket and purse. When she attempted to walk past him, he reached
     for her arm but she jerked away.
    “Desiree, let’s talk about this, okay?” he pleaded with her as she stormed toward the front door. “It’s not what you think.
     I… I wanted to surprise you.”
    She stopped in her tracks and spun around with nothing but pure hate masking her face. “A surprise? Well I got one for you
     because I’m pressing charges!”
    It was then that he realized that she had the disc. He thought about it. She would look trashy if anyone viewed the disc.
     He could say it was her idea but later she caught a scorned heart after she found him with another woman. He could make up
     that lie with ease. Hell, if she did press charges, he could even have another woman over when the police came to speak with
     him. The more he thought about it the less he cared. With a grin he pointed toward the door. “Leave.” Desiree bit her last
     words off as she spun around and left. Everything she felt for Lamar was dead. Her tears didn’t fall until she was backing
     out of his driveway.
    *   *   *
    The second Tanisha had gotten off the phone with Trina she had dialed 911. The block was now lit up with an ambulance and
     a half dozen police cars. Polo sat on the hood of his Dodge Charger as he watched a police officer help Trina into the back
     of the ambulance. He could also see the plainclothes detective asking the crowd for any tips but no one knew anything. Polo
     stood up as Tanisha made her way across the street. He motioned for her to get inside his car. He saw how she was shivering
     so he turned his car on to produce some heat.
    “Thanks, Polo,” she said. “How is Trina?”
    “Stressed the fuck out and mad,” he said wearily.
    “I don’t blame her. I know she love her some Tink.”
    “So what you got to tell me?”
    Tanisha relaxed as the heat warmed her body. “I think one of