Page 127 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Why are you bringing Grandma into it?”

“Because she knew.”

“That wasn’t her secret to tell.”

I shook my head. “Every last one of y’all got the same excuse.”

“Listen to me⁠—”

“No you fucking listen.” I spat. I had waited long enough. “You cheated on me with Kim who’s father is the damn Feds. You had street shit showing up at my business and our home. Then convinced your own sister, my best friend, to carry twins for you and your side bitch.”

“It wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

“But it did.”

“I was trying to fix shit.”

“You don’t fix a marriage by creating babies with another woman.”

“I don’t want Kim.”

“Then you’re even more fucked up.”

His eyes hardened. “Watch how you talking to me.”

I stared at him. “Or what?”

“Alisha.”

“No, tell me.”

I leaned closer. “What are you gonna do?”

“Don’t test me.”

I smiled, there was the Deuce I knew. That little change in his voice and that look. The shit that usually told everybody he’d had enough, but It didn’t move me. “You can’t intimidate me anymore.”

“I ain’t trying to intimidate you.”

“Yes, you are, that’s what you do when you feel like you’re losing control.”

He sat back. “You think because I’m locked up⁠—”

“This ain’t got shit to do with you being locked up.” I cut him off. “I moved out.”

His face changed. “What?”

“Me and Brittany’s things are gone.”

“From our fucking house? Where’s my daughter?”

“Safe.”

“Where?”

“With me like she’s been since you got yourself locked up.”

“Alisha, you can’t just⁠—”