Marco leaned back in his chair and started laughing. Damn Tristan had really fucked up didn't he? Not only was he going behind his wife's back with her best friend, but they had a whole baby together! Now, what was he going to do with this information? Just telling Kearri wasn't enough, that would ruin their marriage yes. But he still wanted to put Tristan behind bars. Maybe, the betrayal would be enough for Kearri to give up Tristan. His phone ring and an unrecognized number popped up on the screen. "Hello?" He answered after staring at the number for a while. "Marco?" Kearri's sweet voice flowed through the phone. "What's up Keke? How'd you get this number?" He asked, turning down the volume on his laptop so that she wouldn't hear the moans and groans of her husband and her best friend. "I'm at your grandmother's house. She gave me your number. We need to talk...in person." She said. He closed his eyes for a moment before agreeing to meet her. "We actually do babygirl. I have something to tell you." Said Marco before hanging up the phone. He closed the laptop and packed it away in his bag. Should he tell her now? Or should he wait until he figured out all of the details? Getting into his car, he drove over to his grandmother's house, where Kearri was sitting in the swing on the front porch. "What's up Ke?" He asked as he walked up the steps. "What's going on Marco? What do you want?" She asked as she slid over to let him sit beside her. "What do you mean Kearri?" He asked looking confused. "Why are you questioning Kennedy? Why did you pop up at Applebee's and the bar and even follow Tristan?" Kearri asked standing up in front of him and folding her arms across her breasts. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. It was dark but her brown eyes still shined as if the sun was still out. Her curly weave flowed around her shoulders and down her back. The way her nose crinkled when she was pissed and seeking answers. He loved all of that shit. Kearri snapped her fingers to get his attention. "I wanted to see you. I love you and you know I do. But I'm just doing my job. Tristan is not doing this community or surrounding counties any good by pushing that bullshit through these streets. He's killing moms and leaving children without their parents. People are overdosing on that crap and they are dying! Robbing to get the money to pay for that shit, people die! Don't you get it Kearri? I just don't see how you can sit back and condone that! All so you can sit in your big fancy house and have designer clothes? Go on vacations when you want and just live life fabulously? On the backs of these addicts?" Marco stood up and walked to the other end of the porch. "I love Tristan. You know that. But you have no proof that he is even doing that! He is a gotdamn club owner for Pete's sake! You gotta let this go Marco!!" Kearri said as she walked down the steps and headed towards her car. "Yeah I'll let it go. When he's under the prison." Marco whispered as he watched her get in her car and drive away. He walked over to his bag and pulled out his laptop. Sitting on the swing, he replayed the footage of Tristan and Gabrielle while he thought of a plan.
Tristan walked out of the house and got into his car, while Porsha pulled up in the parking lot beside him. She looked crazy as she noticed him and wondered what he was doing out there. Probably had an apartment full of drugs, since fiends mostly lived in the complex. She shook her head as she cut off the car and got out. He gave her a head nod as he backed out of the parking spot and headed out of the complex. Porsha walked up to Gypsy's front door, to find it slightly open. She could see Gypsy cleaning up the floor, naked. "Girl, your door is open, and it smell like sex in here!" She said as she pushed the door open, scaring Gypsy. "Oh shut up." Gypsy said, getting up off the floor and going into her room to put some clothes on. The sofa had a large wet spot in the cushion, so Porsha grabbed a chair out of the kitchen to sit on. "What are you doing here?" Gypsy asked coming back into the living room with a spray bottle and a rag. She knelt down beside the sofa and begin to scrub while spraying the cleaner on it. "I came to tell you about what happened with Kennedy tonight." Porsha said, taking her box of Newport's out of her pocket and pulling out a cigarette. "What happened? And bitch don't light that in here." Gypsy said as she rolled her eyes and continued to scrub. Porsha ignored her and lit her cigarette, taking a puff before she continued to tell the story. "Girl so apparently that married man she been fucking, his wife caught them in the hotel room and tried to take that bitch head off with a bullet!" Porsha said making Gypsy laugh and clap. "That bitch swear she's better than us! That's what the fuck she get!" Gypsy said as she got up to get the blow dryer. "How much he pay you?" Porsha asked taking another puff of her cigarette and looking around the small living room. "Who?" Gypsy asked as she came back with the black blow dryer and plugged it in. "That nigga that made this wet spot on your sofa." Porsha said as she watched Gypsy dry the cushion. "Enough." Gypsy said as she continued to dry it. "Better had been. Anyway, girl yeah. Oh! I just saw Tristan out here." Porsha said getting up from the chair to go stand in the door. The smell of bleach and pine sol was fucking with her asthma. "Oh yeah?" Gypsy asked nervously, not turning around because she wasn't sure what Porsha knew, and her face would tell it all. Porsha didn't say anything, but she watched as Gypsy's body had gotten a little stiff at the mention of Tristan. "Oh hell nawl..." she finally said as it dawned on her exactly what Tristan was doing out there. "You fucking that lady's husband Gabrielle?"
