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forever be wifey and his number one ride-or-die chick. She has been by his side through the ups and downs, the highs and lows. She withstood all of the bitches trying to get with him. She stabbed one and shot another.
    Janay and Shadee at one time was thick as thieves. But during the past six months he barely slowed down to spend time with her or their son. They both had to admit that their bond wasn’t as tight anymore. But now, if Shadee had a clue what Janay had been up to for the last couple of months he probably would put a bullet through her skull. Every time he needed to get away he would take her with him except for the one time he took Brianna. When he pulled up in front of her house he started cursing because her car was parked in the driveway; he had been calling her but she wasn’t answering the phone. He parked his car behind hers, got out and rang the doorbell.
    After about two and a half minutes Janay was standing in front of him giving off much attitude. “Why do you think you have a key Shadee?” She rolled her eyes at him and left him standing in the doorway. “And what happened to your head?”
    “I wasn’t sure if I should use it. You wasn’t answering the phone and I wasn’t sure if you had company,” he replied, ignoring the question about his head.
    Janay stopped dead in her tracks and did what the sisters do when they put that hand on a hip and snap that neck back. “Nigga, don’t even try it. That’s something that you would do, not me. If I was to do something like that, trust and believe the locks would be changed and I would have the decency to tell you it’s over. So just because you’re guilty as fuck don’t try to flip the script.”
    “I’m not flippin’ the script. I just wanted to know why you wasn’t answering the phone. I don’t feel like fighting with you right now.”
    Pissed because he was remaining so calm, Janay walked away. She wanted to start an argument. Figuring she would give it one more try she stopped and turned around and asked, “If that’s all you wanted to know, Shadee, then why didn’t you just ask?” She went into the bathroom and started her bath water. When she came back into the living room she said, “Did it even occur to you that I was asleep? Just because you’re out there fuckin’ around doesn’t mean that you have to be so suspicious of me.”
    Shadee seeing that she was in an arguing mood said, “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you but you need to chill the fuck out. I’m going away for a couple of weeks and I want you and Marquis to come with me.” He peeked in Marquis’s room and saw that it was empty.
    She sucked her teeth. “I gotta go to work Shadee. I just can’t jump up and leave for weeks at a time. I do have a job.”
    “A job? What the fuck you got a job for? You on some bullshit now. I’m not making you work and you know that you don’t have to work. So go ’head with that. As a matter of fact, quit that fuckin’ job! You ain’t doin’ shit but wasting time. Time that you could be spending with our son. He still at your mom’s?”
    Janay snapped her neck back so hard it could have popped out its socket. “Our son? I can’t tell it’s our son! And where the fuck have you been? How do you think I feel when our son asks where is his father? Or, when will my daddy come home?”
    “I got Marquis. Don’t worry about our relationship.”
    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Janay’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “You know what? No. Forget it. I don’t have the energy.” She waved him off.
    He watched her long slender frame and flawless dark complexion walk away. Shadee loved tall women. She resembled supermodel Naomi Campbell. “And make sure you’re ready tomorrow,” he snapped.
    She came out the bathroom wrapping a towel around her head. “And you can forget about me quitting this job. I want my own money.”
    “Girl, you are not pressed for money. What do you need?” He sat there