“If I do that, then my affair will be exposed to Rio, and I can’t afford that.”
Enya shrugged. “I mean, that’ll be your consequence for your actions.”
“Well, that’s a shitty thing to say,” Bria added sarcastically.
“It’s the truth. Look at it as a sacrifice. You’ll probably be losing your husband but at least you’ll be putting the man who tried to kill him behind bars.”
Enya made that sound so simple. As if getting Braye locked up would eliminate the wrath that Rio would have for her. He loved her now, but that adoration would waver the minute he found out that she had cheated on him.
“As badly as I want to see Braye locked up, I can’t do it. Me and Rio finally found our sweet spot. I’m so in love with him. The accident changed my ways, and I can’t afford to lose him.”
“Then, what are you going to do?” Bria questioned.
She sighed and said, “I think I’m going to meet up with Braye.”
“Are you crazy?” Enya fumed. “You don't need to be nowhere near that unstable mothafucker.”
“Yeah, I agree with Enya.” Bria shook her head. “Don't do it. You don't know what he’s capable of.”
“Look, I know this sounds like a bad idea, but we need to talk, face to face.”
“Face to face!” Bria and Enya said in unison.
“Yes.”
“So, you're going to reward him with your presence for trying to kill your husband?” Bria question, sporting a look of disgust.
“It’s not a reward; it’s a conversation that will lead to him going on with his life and leaving me the fuck alone.”
“Girl.” Enya laughed condescendingly. “You sound crazy as fuck. That nigga would get spit on. The fuck you look like meeting up with him after he tried to murder your husband?”
Cali suddenly felt stupid. She figured a face-to-face conversation would suffice. It sounded like a good plan until her sisters snatched the veil off of her eyes.
“Then, what should I do?” Her voice trembled with emotion because she wasn’t sure of how to navigate this situation.
“You need to set his ass up. Walk him into an ambush or something,” Bria suggested.
“An ambush?” Enya scoffed. “No, that nigga need to be buried alive so he can deal with the ramifications of his actions. Fuck an ambush.”
“Honestly, I think Braye wants my attention. He wants a heartfelt apology and for me to truly acknowledge what I did to him. That’s all he was saying over the phone. Maybe if I did that, he would leave me alone for good.”
“I think you're being naïve. If that man was willing to try and kill Rio, there’s no reasoning with him. I don't know, sis. This might blow up in your face.” Bria sighed.
“Yeah, meeting up with him is a terrible idea. I would make up an elaborate story about this man becoming a stalker and tell Rio about it. I would erase any evidence of y’all being together and if he came with some shit, I would blame AI.”
Bria chortled. “Girl, what?”
Enya simpered. “It’s better than saying ‘Hey, I fucked this man, and he tried to kill you.’ Shit, blame everyone but don't tell the truth. You're liable to get killed either from Braye or Rio.”
Cali assumed the meeting with her sisters would help her sort through the emotions plaguing her. Yet, all it did was confuse her even more.
“So, what you gon’ do?”
“I don’t know…” She rubbed her forehead, clearly in distress.
“Well, whatever you decide, you need to do it quick before his crazy ass finish the job,” Enya warned.
Cali wished she could disappear and leave her problems for everyone else to figure out. However, this was her mess and like a grown woman, it was time for her to step up and clean up her own shit.
