Page 81 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

I didn’t have to wait long the next afternoon, I was sitting in my car outside the nail shop when my phone rang. I looked at the number normally. I would've sent that shit straight to hell with the rest of his calls. This time, I answered. The recording started talking, asking if I wanted to accept the call.

I pressed the number to accept the call and a few seconds later, I heard his voice. “Hello?” I didn’t say anything. “Hello?” Then he must’ve realized the call actually connected. “Baby?”

“Who the fuck is the Scambino family, Deuce?” Silence. “Hello?”

“I’m here.” He replied.

“Oh, now you're quiet?”

“How do you know that name?” He asked.

I sat up straighter. “Don’t worry about how I know it.”

“Alisha.”

“No, don’t Alisha me who the fuck are they?”

“Where are you at?” He asked.

“Why?” I replied.

“Where are you right now?”

“At my shop.”

“By yourself?” The panic in his voice made my stomach turn.

“Why does that matter?”

“Because I asked you a fucking question are you by yourself?”

“And I’m asking you one. Who are they?”

“Alisha, answer me.”

I sucked my teeth.

“Yes, I’m by myself.”

“Lock the fucking door.”

“It’s already locked.”

“Where is Brittany at?” He yelled.

That pissed me off. “Don’t you dare bring my daughter into this shit.”

“Where is she?” He yelled.

“With my mama.”

“Keep her there.” He demanded.

I stared through my windshield. “Excuse me?”

“Keep Brittany at your mama’s house, don't take her home.”

“Why?”