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According to his arrest records, he had several domestic violence charges on his record along with other assault charges, one of them being from less than two years ago. There was also some mention of prostitution that raised a major red flag for me.

“Do you want to roll up on them tonight, and do you want to wait until Messiah comes home tomorrow?”

“I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight if I don’t lay eyes on her. She might be upset with me, but this is still her home.”

“Alright, then let’s go.”

We all piled into Yaya’s truck as she drove in silence. All I could think about was how I wanted to beat this nigga into the ground. My sisters were my heart, and the idea of someone trying to take advantage of them infuriated me.

The car ride was silent, except for Messiah calling to get an update. He wasn’t too comfortable with Yaya going to the man’s house, but he felt a little more at ease when he realized she wasn’t going alone.

“There it is, right there.” Yaya pointed as she pulled into the parking lot of the condominiums. I brought my gun with me, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Honesty swore I was too much of hothead, and even though I didn’t always agree with her, she may have been correct in her assessment.

We sat in the truck for a moment in silence before Yaya opened her door to get out. I took a deep breath, praying things worked out for the best.

As we approached the condo, I got a weird feeling in my gut. I felt someone grip my hand in theirs and realized it was Honesty. She gave me a reassuring smile, but I couldn’t return it because I was so stressed.

As we got closer to the condo door, I heard what sounded like arguing. I instantly regretted not bringing my gun as I imagined the man putting his hands on my little sister. Yaya must have had the same thoughts as me, as she rushed to the door and began banging on it like the police.

The voices grew louder as she continued to knock with all she had. Eventually, we heard the locks click as we stood there, waiting for someone to open the door.

A tall, middle-aged, light-skinned man answered the door, shirtless and covered in sweat. He wore a deep scowl as he stared at us.

“Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?” He questioned.

I started to say something disrespectful, but then we were interrupted by screaming. I pushed his ass out of the doorway and went into his condo, with Yaya and Honesty trailing behind me.

“I don’t give a fuck what you say. I’m not going anywhere. This is my nigga, and you might as well get used to it.” Malea shouted.

My eyes did a double take as I stared at the person who was supposed to be my sister. She stood in the middle of the living room, dressed in a bra and some coochie cutter shorts. My eyes zeroed in on the tattoo on her ribcage, and I instantly became enraged when I read the words, “Cello’s Bitch”. Clearly, Malea was way in over her head, and it was much worse than I initially thought.

“Aye, who the fuck are you mothafuckas, and why the hell are you in my house?” The man who now knew as Cello yelled from behind us. He was the least of my concerns as Malea continued to argue with a woman who appeared to be much older than her.

“You are a silly young bitch just like the rest of the hoes he’s dealt with in the past. You think because you’re fucking him and helping him get money, he’s going to be with you, but you’re delusional. Cello is never gonna leave his kids or me. All you are is a new piece of pussy for him to play around with until he gets bored. He’ll never love you, bitch!” The woman yelled back.

I assumed she must have been the wife Yaya mentioned earlier when we were looking at the information Jett sent over.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night. Meanwhile, he fucks me raw, and he has my name tatted on his back. It might be hard for you to accept, but I’m not like any of those other bitches. What Cello and I have is real, and I’m not going anywhere. He already explained the situation, and I’m not worried about what you have going on. Cello wants to be a present father, and I respect what he’s trying to do. You can be upset all day, but as long as you stay in your lane, we won’t have any problems,” Malea replied.

I couldn’t believe she was standing there laying claim to a man whose wife was standing right in front of her. Meesha may have been a dumb bitch, but she would have never done anything this stupid.

“Girl, get the fuck out of my face. You’re a fool if you believe anything he tells you about me. Marcello and I have been together since we were sixteen. No one on this planet knows him better than me. We are a family, and regardless of what he tells you, he’s never gonna leave me. I’ve seen many bitches like you come and go, and this time will be no different.

“The only reason I came here to set you straight was because you tried to involve my daughter in your delusions. There is no reason for you to try and build a relationship with my children, bitch. You are a side-chick. A certified cum rag, and my children have nothing to do with what you have going on with my husband. Stay away from my fucking kids because I’m not the one you want to play with. I promise, it won’t end well for you.” The woman warned her, then turned and headed out the door. She exchanged a few words with her husband, and I overheard him telling her that he would be coming over later to talk.

“Malea, what the hell is going on? Are you seriously standing here arguing with this man’s wife?” Yaya spoke up. The hurt and disappointment were evident in her tone, and I felt the exact same way.

Malea glared in Yaya’s direction with her arms folded across her chest. She had gotten her nose pierced and looked like a grown woman with her long wig and lashes on. Although I knew she was grown, I wasn’t ready to accept it.

“What the fuck are you even doing here? I thought I made it clear I didn’t have shit else to say to you when I packed my bags and left. You don’t have a right to be in my man’s place, and you damn sure don’t have a right to come in here trying to judge me.”

I wasn’t too fond of Malea’s tone, and it made me wonder just how deeply involved she was with this man.

“What do you mean? I’m your sister and the person who has taken care of you for most of your life. It’s my job to care about where you are and who you’re keeping company with. This man is way too damn old for you, and it’s obvious he has a whole family that doesn’t include you. Why would you want to be someone’s second option?” Yaya pressed.

I could tell by the way Malea squared her shoulders that she didn’t take too kindly to Yaya’s statement.

“Bitch, you have a lot of nerve standing here trying to judge me. Did you forget that you fucked your nigga’s best friend before the dirt could even settle on his gravesite? You want to stand here with your nose turned up as if you’re better than me, but you aren’t.”