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“What’s up?” she answered.

“Where are you?” he asked her.

“I’m leaving your girlfriend’s place,” she said.

“You were at Mecca’s?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because she needed to talk. And you need to call her, Pyro,” she said.

“I will.”

“No—like right now.”

“I said I will,” he repeated sternly. “What did she need to talk to you about?”

“She’s worried about your relationship.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I love her.”

“Like you love me too?”

“I love you both, but the way you make me feel, Chanel, it’s different. It’s special.”

She shook her head. “Pyro, we both should be worried. We have made love and now are in love and we also love others, your best friend and mine. It’s tongue twisting and mind bending. We’re lying, Pyro. We’re liars, and I’m starting to scare myself because it’s getting easier for me to deceive them. I lied in Mecca’s face and she had no clue. But the worst part is, I felt no guilt.”

“Chanel don’t ruin it, don’t ruin us. Together we’ll figure it out.”

“What does that mean?”

“Come home, Chanel. I wanna be with you tonight,” he said.

Chanel sighed again. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a onetime thing—a one-night stand. Now, they had developed strong feelings for each other and shit had become complicated. She didn’t want things between everyone to become complicated. Mateo was the love of her life, and Mecca was her best friend. It was that simple. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

You need to fix this, Mona. These New Jersey cops are so far up my ass, I’m starting to shit brass. I don’t know why they’re fuckin’ wit’ me, but I need this shit to go away. They got their killer, so why are they still investigating the fuckin’ murder? Who are these muthafuckas anyway? And now they wanna bring up this rape shit wit’ my sister, saying I had something to do with that? Fuck! Can you make these cops disappear?” Charlie rambled as she paced around Mona’s living room.

“Just calm down, Charlie,” Mona replied from her position on the couch.

“How can I calm down when these fools are fuckin’ wit’ me? I swear, these muthafuckin’ pigs—they need to get got!”

“I said calm down! Have a seat and calm the fuck down.”

Charlie had gone to Mona about her visit from the cops and she was a bit hysterical about them. In fact, she was a bit too hysterical for Mona’s taste.

“What did we tell you, Charlie? To keep your cool and keep your mouth shut, right?”

Charlie took a seat in a chair and said, “I didn’t tell them anything.”

“And you’re sure?”

“You ain’t gotta worry about me, Mona. I’m fuckin’ solid. I’m no fuckin’ snitch. I know a good thing when I see it, and this shit wit’ y’all is the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m makin’ money and all I wanna do is make money,” Charlie replied.

“Good.”

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