Page 83 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“You were the last person I wanted to talk to.”

He went quiet.

Good. “I left that night and went to the Holiday Inn. Brittany was already with my mama, and I left her there because I wasn’t bringing her anywhere near that house.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, Fuck.”

“What did he say to you?”

“That you had something belonging to them. Money and product.”

Another silence. “Deuce?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Well, think faster.”

“Did he touch you?”

“No.”

“Threaten you?”

“He didn’t have to spell it out.”

I looked back toward my shop.

“Today he came inside my business.”

“What?” Deuce asked.

“Yes he walked right into my nail shop.”

“Motherfucka!” Deuce yelled into the phone.

“Calm down.” I let him know.

“Nah, fuck that!” He spat.

I heard movement on his end.

“Deuce.”

“That nigga got me fucked! What did he say?”

“Same shit, you’re running out of time.” I swallowed. “Then he started talking about how I got a business and a family and got a lot to lose.” Deuce went dead silent. “Hello?”

“I’m here.” His voice had changed, that cocky shit was gone. “Listen to me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Here we go with all his fucking demands.”

“No, Lisha, please.”

That stopped me, because Deuce didn’t say please often.

“Don’t go back to that house.”