had installed. I was able to find out all that I needed to know. I saw that the car was back and forth between his old street address and a hospital. My first thought was that this nigga had obviously gotten back with his wife.
So I packed up my three kids and headed to his old address. However, I was not ready for what I was confronted with. When I pulled up into the driveway and got out of the car and got closer to the porch, to say I was confused was an understatement. I was appalled! It was obvious that he was fucking this bitch right there on the front porch. When our eyes locked, he backed away from her and came and stood at the top of the stairs.
“You had a cop’s intuition or a gut instinct, all right! But Rick, your ex-wife? The way you talked about how you hated her? You hypocrite!”
“Nina. What—” He was busted. And ex-wife or not, I was putting my foot in her ass.
I stormed up the stairs. “Don’t what me! You got me at home worried as hell about you! I’m wondering if you are all right, and you’re out fucking your ex-wife on porches.” The Trenton, West Side, Jersey hood came out of me.
I looked at the bitch. She looked at me. It can’t be. I was so mad that I was seeing my dead competition. As I looked closer, I froze. It can’t be! My gut was telling me, Oh, yes, it is. I walked up to Rick and slapped him clean across his face. “You told me that she was dead! You lying piece of shit!” I slapped him again. This time, he grabbed me, but I pulled away and went stumbling backward onto my ass, knocking over a plant. “You pushed me!” I screamed.
“I didn’t push you.” Rick came toward me and tried to help me up. I started throwing blows as soon as I was on my feet.
“Get away from me! Rick, you lied to me. How could you lie about something like that? That is so cruel. And you? Did you know that he has a family? Three kids? And I’m five months pregnant! Didn’t he tell you that?” I shouted at her. She just sat there speechless, staring at me.
TRAE
“Did you hear that?” I asked Tasha. We were just chillin’, lying across the bed watching The Real Husbands of Hollywood.
“Hear what?”
“Arguing.”
“It’s not me and you, so no.” Tasha had this smug look on her face.
I got up and looked out the bedroom window. There was another van parked in the driveway. Who the fuck does that belong to? I went to my spot and grabbed my strap and tucked it. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” Tasha popped up and went to the window. By the time I made it to the front door, Angel and Jaz were already there, and Tasha’s hardheaded ass was right behind me. My eyes scanned the porch as I grabbed the door. Then I saw this little pregnant chick walk over to Kyra and slap the shit out of her. Kyra fell over backward off the banister, and then all hell broke loose. The little pregnant chick dashed off the porch headed for Kyra, and then Angel and Jaz were on the little chick like white on rice. Tasha went to see about Kyra, and Rick was trying to get the girls off of this little chick, who I assumed was Nina, Rick’s woman. I snatched Jaz up and tossed her into the house. Rick passed Angel to me, and I pushed her inside the house and stood in front of the door.
When I turned around, Kyra was charging up the stairs like a bulldog heading for Nina. Rick was doing his best to protect her.
“Get off of me, Rick! I’m leaving, and by the time I get home, you’d better have your ass there, too.” Her little ass shoved him out of the way, but not before Kyra punched her in the face and Nina countered. Rick broke them up, dragging Nina to her van.
“Bring Kyra into the house,” I told Tasha, still blocking the door.
“Who the fuck do she think she is? She don’t know who she fuckin’ with,” Angel said while trying to get back onto the front porch. “You should have tapped that ass, Kyra. Pregnant or not.”
“Bitch, you might as well go back home. He’s mine! Even when he thought I was