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    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou heard me!” Vanessa knocked the disc out her hands and stomped it. “What about us?”
    â€œUs? Us? Bitch! Wasn’t you just with O.T.? Didn’t you just have his nasty-ass dick inside you?” Tangy yoked her up slapping her twice in her face. “So get the fuck on!”
    Vanessa held her jaw in pain as the tears rolled down. “I already let you jump on me this morning and I ain’t hit you back, but you ain’t gonna keep dogging me!”
    â€œOh yeah?” Tangy let her jealous fury loose for the second time that day, back slapping Vanessa across the room. Then socking her into the brass and glass bookshelves she started kicking her.
    Ring. Ring. Ring. Tangy’s cell phone started to go off bringing an abrupt halt to her rage. Knowing that it could’ve been the hospital with information about Paris, she went to the other side of the small living room answering the call.
    â€œYeah, hello.” She panted out of breath as Vanessa lay balled up crying.
    â€œHey, chick, it’s me, Kenya.”
    â€œOh hey, Kenya!” Tangy grinned knowing the mere mention of that name would make Vanessa infuriated and pissed. “How you feeling today, baby doll?”
    â€œI’m good.” Kenya thought nothing of Tangy being affectionate because she always was. “Me and Storm headed out in this rain to take care of some business, but I wanted to check in. How’s Paris doing? What’s the latest?”
    â€œWell, sweetie, the doctor moved her to a semi-private room so they could observe her and run a few more tests, but if you want I can swing by and pick you tomorrow up so me and you can visit Paris together.”
    Out the corner of her eye, Tangy watched Vanessa crawl in to the other room. She quickly turned her back against the wall so she could be ready when Vanessa returned probably with knife in hand ready to slice some shit up. After five or six minutes more of talking to Kenya, strangely enough to Tangy, the usually overly aggressive Vanessa hadn’t come back out in the living room or even made a sound. Making sure to promise to call Kenya back later, Tangy hung up. A few seconds later there were several loud knocks on the door.
    â€œWho the hell is it?”
    â€œPolice! Open up!”
    â€œWhat!”
    â€œPolice! Open this door!” They banged harder as the frame shook.
    â€œNo, this stankin’ bitch didn’t call these hoes!” Tangy sucked her teeth smashing a glass mirror with her fist.
    â€œPolice! Open the door!”
    Before Tangy knew it Vanessa flew past her, flinging the front door wide open and she was face down on the carpet, a knee pressed in her spine, being handcuffed.
    â€œOh, it’s like that? How you gonna play me? You know I’m still on paper!” Tangy wrestled as the officers hauled her down the stairs roughly dragging her body through the wet, uncut grass forcing her to lie by the squad car tires. “Now you can get back with O.T., you dirtball skank! Fuck you and him!” were her ultimate vindictive words before they tossed her inside slamming the rear door shut. “Y’all both got it coming when I get out!”
    Vanessa, feeling like she’d gotten revenge for that ass kicking and Tangy out of Kenya’s grip stood smugly in the picture window holding a wet washcloth to her face.
    When the officers reached the precinct intake center, Tangy’s tirade and attitude had gotten worse. As she was being marched inside, the wild, masculine female bumped, mean mugged, and vulgarly cursed everyone in her path, even an old pimp obviously in distress.
    â€œThrow her in the back holding cell until she calms down!” the female desk sergeant demanded. “I’ll let the detectives deal with her in the morning!”
    Showdown . . .
    O.T. drove up to the hotel’s parking complex just as his brother was paying the valet.
    â€œWhat up,