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“Okayyy, Hemi! You better imprint that dick on my sis brain!”
“Drue, please shut up.”
We both laughed as my eyes went to the building seeing Justin walking out of the restaurant.
“There he goes.”
We watched while he shook hands with William Reed, the point guard for the Pillars. They exchanged a few words then went their separate ways.
“See? He didn’t lie.” I observed Justin get inside of his car and pull out of the parking lot.
“Follow him,” she said, lighting her weed.
“I’m not—”
“Morgan, don’t piss me off. It’s only seven. If he’s keeping late hours, then we need to make sure he’s going back to his office. This shit is suspect anyway because he has a whole office that he can do deals in. Why go to strip clubs and restaurants? Follow that nigga.”
She was right. I started the car and made sure to stay a few feet behind him. It only took me a minute to see that he wasn’t heading in the direction of our home or his office. We lived in Bloomfield, and his office was in Troy, so when he took the ninety-six freeway heading to Westland, I knew I was about to find out what I desperately didn’t want to discover.
My palms became sweaty as I gripped the wheel tightly. I didn’t want to be right about this. I was a good wife. I did everything that was required of me and made sure I kept myself up. Whatever Justin wanted, I made sure I lived up to it. I never disrespected him and always gave him my attention.
When he wanted me to be a stay-at-home mom, I put my career on hold and became just that. I loved being a stay-at-home mom, but I desired to do what I worked so hard for.
We pulled into a secluded neighborhood. I hit the lights and watched as he pulled into the driveway of a nice, cozy home. When he pulled all the way to the back of the house, my stomach sank, and tears threatened to fall.
Drue took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We kind of get the idea of what it is now. I’ll understand if you don’t want to continue the mission.”
“What did I do to deserve this?”
“You didn’t do anything, Sis. It’s not you. It’s his fucking ego.”
“I need to see this through. I need to know.”
“Then come on. Let’s go see what’s really going on.”
“What if they have cameras?”
“So? At least them motherfuckas gonna know that we’re about to fuck some shit up. Let’s go.” She opened the door as I called out to stop her.
“Drue, wait—”
She shut the door and started toward the house as I got out to follow her. We crept toward the house. Without warning, Drue did a flip and dived onto the ground, doing an army crawl toward the window.
“Drue! What the hell?” I said softly, trying my hardest not to laugh.
No more weed for her!
“Get down, bitch. You want to be seen?”
“Drue Alicia, you are freaking nuts.”
I ducked low and crept toward the front picture window. The drapes were closed, but there was a slight opening in them.
“Can you see anything?” Drue whispered.
“A little,” I replied, eyes scanning the living room.
From what I could see, I saw the open concept of the living room and dining area. The house was plush and looked beautiful. There was dinner on the table with a bottle of wine in the ice bucket.