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bad.”
“Same difference.” Gavin picked up the bottle and turned it up to his lips.
“I see prison hasn’t changed much for you.” I snatched the bottle back from him and wiped it off.
“Bro, you need to lighten up. If you keep treating me like this, I am going to get a complex.”
“Fuck you and your complex. That’s the problem with your ass now. Everybody babied your ass and you believed people owed you something for nothing.”
“Nigga, please, ain’t nobody babied me. It was your ass that was always running around trying to suck on Momma’s tit.”
“I’m not going to argue with your ass. Tell me what you want and leave.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. Gavin was a superior manipulator. Whenever I went against him, I came out with the shorter end of the stick.
“Gavin, I am in no mood for your games.”
“I need a place to stay.” Gavin reached for the bottle again, but I quickly moved it out of his reach.
“Get your own bottle,” I said, pointing to the bar in the dining room.
“I like yours better,” Gavin said as he faked a left and moved right and grabbed the bottle out of my hand. Although he was laughing when he said it, he had never spoken truer words. He always liked what I had, but the bigger part of the problem was that he always got it. I buried my head in my hands. Part of me wanted to just have it out with my brother, but the saner me knew that I couldn’t win.
“You can’t stay here,” I spoke into my hands. It hurt me to my heart to tell him no, but there was no way that I was going to allow him to stay with me after what he had done to my wife.
“Why not?”
I fought the urge to scream at him because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. Gavin was the type of guy who got off on getting somebody else rattled—especially me.
“Hello, you just fucked my wife!”
“Oh, yeah, I’d forgotten about that.” He started laughing.
Before I could stop myself, I lunged at him, but Gavin pushed me aside before I could wrap my hands around his neck.
“Stop playing.” He brushed himself off as if I had somehow soiled him.
Cojo’s sobs got louder when she opened our bedroom door. She was holding a rag to the right side of her face with one hand and her suitcase with the other. For a moment, I forgot about being mad at my brother.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
She looked at me as if I had just bumped my head. “None of your business.” She walked into the kitchen with me close on her heels.
“Cojo, I asked you a question.”
“And I gave you an answer.” She continued looking around the table as if I weren’t standing there.
It was bad enough that she’d admitted to screwing my brother, but my ego couldn’t take her clowning me in front of him, too. I reached out to grab her arm, and she snatched it away from me.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” She pulled down the rag and allowed me to see what I’d done to her in my rage.
My heart clenched as I looked at her swollen jaw. My anger dissolved immediately. I forgot about the macho image I was trying to maintain. “Ah, damn, baby, I’m sorry.” I took a step forward. I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her.
“You damn right you’re sorry. You lucky I don’t have your ass locked up.”
I took a step back. I didn’t take kindly to being threatened with the law. But truth be told, in this instance I deserved it. I swallowed my pride. “I understand how you feel; there is no excuse for what I’ve done.”
She stopped searching the table and looked at me. I guess I surprised her with my admission, but the words were coming from my heart.
“Tell it to my lawyer.”
If she was trying to hurt me, she was doing a damn good job. Despite what had happened here today, I didn’t want a divorce and I didn’t want her to leave me. “Baby, please, can we just sit down and talk about this?”
“Oh, now you want to talk after you tried
“Same difference.” Gavin picked up the bottle and turned it up to his lips.
“I see prison hasn’t changed much for you.” I snatched the bottle back from him and wiped it off.
“Bro, you need to lighten up. If you keep treating me like this, I am going to get a complex.”
“Fuck you and your complex. That’s the problem with your ass now. Everybody babied your ass and you believed people owed you something for nothing.”
“Nigga, please, ain’t nobody babied me. It was your ass that was always running around trying to suck on Momma’s tit.”
“I’m not going to argue with your ass. Tell me what you want and leave.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. Gavin was a superior manipulator. Whenever I went against him, I came out with the shorter end of the stick.
“Gavin, I am in no mood for your games.”
“I need a place to stay.” Gavin reached for the bottle again, but I quickly moved it out of his reach.
“Get your own bottle,” I said, pointing to the bar in the dining room.
“I like yours better,” Gavin said as he faked a left and moved right and grabbed the bottle out of my hand. Although he was laughing when he said it, he had never spoken truer words. He always liked what I had, but the bigger part of the problem was that he always got it. I buried my head in my hands. Part of me wanted to just have it out with my brother, but the saner me knew that I couldn’t win.
“You can’t stay here,” I spoke into my hands. It hurt me to my heart to tell him no, but there was no way that I was going to allow him to stay with me after what he had done to my wife.
“Why not?”
I fought the urge to scream at him because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. Gavin was the type of guy who got off on getting somebody else rattled—especially me.
“Hello, you just fucked my wife!”
“Oh, yeah, I’d forgotten about that.” He started laughing.
Before I could stop myself, I lunged at him, but Gavin pushed me aside before I could wrap my hands around his neck.
“Stop playing.” He brushed himself off as if I had somehow soiled him.
Cojo’s sobs got louder when she opened our bedroom door. She was holding a rag to the right side of her face with one hand and her suitcase with the other. For a moment, I forgot about being mad at my brother.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
She looked at me as if I had just bumped my head. “None of your business.” She walked into the kitchen with me close on her heels.
“Cojo, I asked you a question.”
“And I gave you an answer.” She continued looking around the table as if I weren’t standing there.
It was bad enough that she’d admitted to screwing my brother, but my ego couldn’t take her clowning me in front of him, too. I reached out to grab her arm, and she snatched it away from me.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” She pulled down the rag and allowed me to see what I’d done to her in my rage.
My heart clenched as I looked at her swollen jaw. My anger dissolved immediately. I forgot about the macho image I was trying to maintain. “Ah, damn, baby, I’m sorry.” I took a step forward. I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her.
“You damn right you’re sorry. You lucky I don’t have your ass locked up.”
I took a step back. I didn’t take kindly to being threatened with the law. But truth be told, in this instance I deserved it. I swallowed my pride. “I understand how you feel; there is no excuse for what I’ve done.”
She stopped searching the table and looked at me. I guess I surprised her with my admission, but the words were coming from my heart.
“Tell it to my lawyer.”
If she was trying to hurt me, she was doing a damn good job. Despite what had happened here today, I didn’t want a divorce and I didn’t want her to leave me. “Baby, please, can we just sit down and talk about this?”
“Oh, now you want to talk after you tried
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