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stomp a hole in if I thought I could get away with it. She was right along with Felecia talking shit about me behind my back. But how she fucked up is, she was running her mouth to a few of her clients. Problem is, she didn’t think any of them would ever come back and tell me the shit the bitch used to say.
    â€œGirl, you ain’t heard this from me,” one of her clients said to me, walking into my office one night. “But you better watch Shuwanda’s ass. Between you and me, she’s one messy bitch. That bitch is calling you a dick-sucking freak behind your back. Saying some guy walked up in your salon and wanted you to suck his dick and you didn’t do shit, but stand there and let him disrespect you, girl. Now I don’t know if what she’s saying is true or not. All I know is, it isn’t right. Then she said she believed him when he said you sucked one of his boys off in his car while he was driving. I know she does the hell out of my hair, but I don’t like the shit’s she’s been saying. I thought you should know what kind of people you have in your space.”
    My heart leapt into my throat. However, I learned a long time ago to not immediately respond to shit people tell you. Truth is, I had sucked plenty of niggas off in their cars at one time or another. But I never did that shit while they were driving. That’s the shit I’d only done with Jasper. Not that that makes it any better.
    Then she added, “I’m not one to gossip. But I like you. And all I’m saying to you is, watch her. Don’t let her know you got this from me. But, word on the street is, she’s also skimming money from you. And I can’t stand a thieving-ass bitch…”
    I thanked her for the 4-1-1. Then the next day, I confronted Shuwanda’s ass. And the bitch said with a bunch of attitude, “Yeah, I said it. And what?”
    â€œBitch, you’re fired! Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my salon.” I didn’t even bother asking her about the money she was supposedly stealing from me. It didn’t matter. She talked shit the whole way out the door. Called me every name in the book. But the bitch kept it moving. Lucky for her she didn’t try to bring it to me. Otherwise I would have rolled up my sleeves and introduced her to the old me, then dropped her jaw.
    Exactly what I’m gonna do to Felecia’s dumb ass.
    Anyway…Rhodesia can do the hell out of some hair. And she can slay the shit out of braids, too. Girlfriend stays booked. And she keeps that paper flowing in real heavy. So, at the end of the day, I don’t care who she’s fucking. As long as she keeps my cash register lined and keeps any drama she might have at home, we’re good.
    I lean in and whisper into Persia’s ear, “Are you and your sisters still man swapping?”
    She coughs, almost choking on the piece of candy in her mouth. “Girl, no; especially not after all that mess that went down with me and Paris.”
    She’s referring to the shit that happened at my wedding reception with her sister finding out that she had been fucking the guy she was digging. The same guy who just happened to also be in my wedding party because he’s another one of Jasper’s first cousins.Desmond. I didn’t see how it all went down that night since I was too busy pretending to be the happy bride in the midst of over a hundred guests. But from what gossiping-ass Felecia had told me and from what I heard from other family members, it got real messy. Apparently, Paris had met Desmond when he came into her boutique, Paradise, to pick up a handbag for his mother. A few days later, she fucked him and hadn’t told her sisters about him because she didn’t want to share him with them since that was their MO—you fuck one of them, you fuck all three of them.
    The three of them really took sharing men to a whole other level. But who am I to