CHAPTER TWENTY
Sasha had to get used to driving all over again. Her SUV’s interior had definitely seen better days when she got inside and checked it out, but she overlooked it since she was on a mission. Although she wanted to see her parents, and even Regina’s evil ass, she had to touch base with Kat. If anyone could put her up on game and give her the true, raw 411 on what Mario had really been up to, it would be her best friend. Kat knew just about everybody and everything that went on in the city.
Since Kat was bad with money and paying bills, Sasha had given up on contacting her at one of the multiple cell phone numbers she had for her. Instead, Sasha decided, just as she done to Mario, she’d pop up on her BFF. Minutes later she was turning into the apartment complex Kat lived in with her stepmother since childhood. After blowing the horn twice with no one coming to the window, Sasha got out and knocked on the door. Seconds later Kat flung the door open and had the biggest smile known to man plastered across her face.
“Awww snap, you home! My girl is home like a motherfucker! Damn, sis, hug a bitch! Damn, I’m geeked as hell.”
Sasha was happy at least one person was glad to see she’d made it home through the dark storm. Going inside the apartment, she shared with Kat a few things that had jumped off while she was locked up, but more importantly she told her she had come to get some much needed intel. “So dig this. I talked to Regina a few months back and she told me Mario was supposed to be messing around with some low-budget bitch who work at Walmart. Is that bullshit true? Tell me what you heard.”
Relieved that her best friend didn’t know what took place between her and Mario, Kat had no problem ratting him out about Angela, where she stayed, and the fact that she found out the chick was supposed to be knocked up with Mario’s baby. Kat could easily tell that Sasha, with her new beastlike attitude, was pissed.
“Where the fuck that bitch at? Ain’t no ho having a baby by my husband.” Sasha had brought all the courage and newfound prison mentality home with her and she was ready to do battle with anyone at anytime. “A baby. A fucking baby! Hell naw, not with my man!” Just like their old teenager days, Sasha and Kat jumped in the ride, ready to clown and tear some shit up.
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“I’m telling you I was locked up all night. They took my phone, my money, everything. They even towed the damn SUV. That’s why I had to catch a cab.”
Throughout all the time Mario was explaining, Angie V knew he was lying. First of all, he had on different clothes than when he left. Secondly, he had shaved. And, lastly, he smelled like fresh soap. She knew Mario thought he was slick sometimes in the things he’d say and do over the past few months since they had been dealing with one another exclusively, but this time took the cake. There was no way in hell she believed he was locked up, but where he’d left the SUV was a mystery in itself.
As she let him go on and on making the lie more elaborate, there was a knock at the door. “We’ll finish this later.” She held her bulging stomach as she waddled toward the door. “That must be the maintenance man about the leak in the sink you keep saying you can fix.”
Mario took that welcomed interruption as a way to go in the bedroom and gather his thoughts. Just as Angie V had been blowing up his cell when he was with Sasha the night before, now his wife was doing the same thing.