Page 7 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“And?” I stepped closer. “Are you serious right now?”

“She's crazy.” Deuce replied.

“I know that, but why is she crazy about you?” He looked annoyed and that pissed me off more. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m worried about my sister.”

“And I’m not?” I asked.

“I ain’t saying that.”

“You ain’t saying nothing.” I snapped.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“The truth.” I let him know.

“I told you.”

“Did you sleep with her?” I asked, anticipating an answer.

His eyes locked on mine. “No.”

My head was all over the place. Kim was unstable. Maybe he entertained her a little. Niggas loved attention. “You swear?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“On Brittany?”

His face changed. “Why are you bringing her into it? Don’t do that.”

“Swear.” I asked again.

Before he could answer, the doors opened again. I thought it was more family, but then I saw the FBI jackets and my stomach dropped.

“What now?” Deuce yelled.

Agent Brown walked in and the room went quiet. “Deuce Carter.” Deuce didn’t move. “You’re under arrest.”

Everybody went crazy again. “For what? What’s going on?”

Grandma pushed forward. “For what?”

Agent Brown started listing charges but I didn’t hear none of it because my ears were ringing. A agent grabbed Deuce. I stepped forward. “Wait.”

“Ma’am, step back.” The agent warned.

“That’s my husband.”

“Alisha,” Deuce said.

“What?” I answered.

“Call my lawyer.”

“What is happening?” I asked confused.

“Just call him.” Deuce let me know. They turned him around, cuffing him.