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Authors: Tiece D Mickens,Cole Hart

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Thirty minutes later, Zoe was pulling up to Felisha’s nail salon. She looked at her watch and it was 7:58p.m. The salon’s sign said they closed at 8p.m. She quickly parked the car by the curb in front of the salon and got out. She felt bad about lying to her sister, but she had a score to settle with Felisha herself.

By the time she made it to the nail shop doors, a guy was already locking them at the same time of turning off the
open
sign.

“Hey,” she beat on the door. “I need to get in.”

“For what?” The tall, black guy asked.

“I need to see Felisha.” She said, just as Felisha stepped out of the back room with a broom in her hand. She saw Zoe standing there looking at her like she needed to see her. She wasn’t with no fighting and figured that Olivia had told Zoe that she had snitched on her.

“Zoe, we have nothing to talk about. You can leave now.” Felisha called out then started sweeping her floor like Zoe wasn’t there.

Zoe tapped the door with her hand. “Open the door. I just want to tell you how low of a friend that you were to my sister.” She said, causing the guy in the store to frown. “Yeah, did you tell him how you were fucking Olivia’s husband? Yes, she was fucking her boss’s husband.” Zoe said to the guy, now standing there like he wanted no parts of this.

Felisha put her hand on the side of her hip. “How dare you stand out there talking about me fucking Olivia’s husband. What about Olivia fucking over her own husband? The pot can’t call the kettle black.”

“It ain’t got to when they muthafuckin’ married, bitch.” Zoe spat, feeling heated that she had to address the bitch through the door of a shop that her sister practically owned.

“She didn’t care about her marriage, so why should I?” Felisha stated with a roll of the neck.

“Are you even listening to yourself? You should’ve cared, because you were her fucking best friend! You dumb cunt!” Zoe screamed out, now walking around the front of the nail salon pissed.

“Oh just fuck off and go home. You don’t live in Augusta. So why are you here?”

“For you, bitch. I’m here for you!” Zoe sneered.

“I don’t know why,” Felisha said as she started back sweeping. She was actually glad that the doors were locked and she had no intention of unlocking them.

“You’re a hoe and slut. Mark doesn’t want you!” Zoe screamed. “If he wanted you, he’d be with you. You’re gonna fuck up a long term friendship over a man that ain’t stun your ass? You’re even dumber than I thought.”

“Bitch, I’m not dumb.” Felisha finally spat as she walked up to the door.

“Don’t act bad bitch, because these doors are saving you.”

“Trick, leave from in front of my shop before I call the police,” Felisha said. “You’re already parked in a no parking zone.”

“You think this shit is funny. My sister has practically taken care of you and your son. You’re an ungrateful ass hoe.”

“No, your wife is doing right by taking care of my son. After all, he is her step child.” Felisha blurted out. At the moment, all she wanted to do was get under Zoe’s skin.

“What’d you say, bitch?” Zoe asked with menacing eyes.

“You heard me. Mark is my son’s father. This shit is old to me and new to y’all bitches and since Olivia’s secret is out in the open, Mark will surely leave her ass and—”

“And what bitch?!!” Zoe called out then threw her cell phone at the glass doors of the shop, popping the phone into pieces. The back of the phone flew one way and the battery flew the other way. “Mark is not going to be with you if that’s what you think.”

“Just leave before I call the police. Tony, please bring me my phone.” Felisha calmly said as the guy walked off to retrieve her phone.

Zoe went for the pieces of her cell phone on the ground. “That’s alright hoe. Wait till I tell my sister about this shit. You cancel this shop good-bye and your life bitch. My sister is gonna fuck your ass up in more ways than one. You’re gonna learn bitch, that you never bite the hand that feeds you.”

Felisha looked worried, because even though she wanted to cut Zoe where it hurt; she didn’t mean to tell her about Mark being Lil Romeo’s father. It was already enough shit going on, she’d just added one thousand more tons of pressure on to it.

__________

Olivia pulled up in the parking lot of
Raven’s Hot Spot. “
Damn, it’s crowded out here.” She said, having to park in one of the back parking lots. It was funny because as she was parking her car, Zay was pulling up beside her, parking his Bentley.

She looked over at him and smiled even though neither could see through each other’s tint. Zay exited the car first, then Dillon. Olivia then exited her car, greeted by Zay who gave her a long
miss you kiss
.”

“Damn man,” Dillon chimed in. “Don’t nobody wanna see that.”

“You don’t wanna see this,” Zay teased.

Dillon looked around the parking lot with a smile on his face. Women were pouring out of their cars. “Bro, I told you this club is always packed.”

Zay nodded. “You were right too, bro.”

Just that quickly and out of nowhere, Mark walked up on them. Olivia almost jumped out of her skin when she saw him.

“Oh shit!” she screamed out.

“So, is this the nigga that you’re fucking?” He questioned, having followed her there by sitting back for two days watching the 360 life application that he’d put on her phone to track her a while back. Even though she got a new phone and number, all he had to do was switch it over to the new phone. That was easy to do since he was still on the account. Mark looked over at Zay with menacing eyes. “Aye man, didn’t we meet at my wife’s salon?” He asked, looking from Zay then back at his Bentley. He’d remember that car anywhere.

“Yeah we did meet,” Zay confirmed.

Dillon just stood there analyzing the situation at hand, because it seemed like it was definitely going to get out of hand.

“So you’re fucking him?” Mark asked Olivia, pointing toward Zay. “I asked you were you fucking him?” He asked again, but this time pulling out his gun.

Olivia shrieked, grabbing on to Zay’s shirt.

“You wanna trip about me fucking Felisha, yet you’re out here fucking, too.” Mark shouted, feeling betrayed himself.

“It’s not like that,” she said as Zay pushed her behind him.

“Aye man, it ain’t that serious. Are you willing to lose your freedom over this when clearly you’ve done some dirty shit yourself?”

Mark stared at him, hating that he was telling the truth. However, he was hurt. For the past two days, he’d sat up in his hotel suite feeling like the dumbest man on earth. He thought that he was the one turning his wife out when someone else had already done it. How could she give his pussy away? He was still beyond shocked. He just didn’t see that one coming.

“You said that our marriage was over. Is it still over?” Mark asked, waving the gun over toward Olivia and Zay’s way. “We both fucked up. Can’t we just make it right?”

Before Olivia could respond, someone in the background screamed out. “That man has a gun!” And everybody took off running.

“Is our marriage over?” Mark asked, not giving a damn about the panicking people.

“Yes,” Olivia confirmed. “Yes, it’s over.”

Mark rubbed his eyes, feeling bad that karma was finally stepping in, but she wasn’t going to win. “If I can’t have you, nobody can.” He said, and with that he pulled the trigger on his 9mm as the shots rang out like fireworks. Everything seemed to echo in the background at first. Then there was a deadening sound in the air for a split second followed by loud screaming. Olivia lay on the ground incoherently as she blanked out. The last thing she remembered was seeing the people surrounding the club, frantically running to safety as they screamed in fear.

__________

Meanwhile, Zoe was just making it back to her car. She’d finally gotten the battery back in her phone and was waiting for it to power up. “I can’t believe that this bitch said that Lil Romeo is Mark’s child. Wait till I tell O’. That bitch ain’t gonna have shit no more. I hope my sister takes her business and all.” She fussed as her phone lit up, indicating that she could place a call. She called Olivia’s number, fingers jittery and itching from being so anxious to tell it.

The phone rang and rang and rang until it went to voicemail. “Come on, O’, pick up.” She said, then re-dialing the number as it rang and rang and rang again, only to go back to her voicemail.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she prayed as she started her engine. She was determined to get to Olivia and break the news to her. It was way past time that she left her no good husband with his trifling, deceitful ass.

To be continued…

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