Love Isn't Enough (L.I.E)

Ch. 32- Taking Matters In My Hands

**Kamryn in the m/m**

This chapter isn't very long, but the way y'all came through fa' ya' girl the last few chapters, I had to give y'all an update.

Enjoy!

August

Fucked up. That's how I been feeling. After that day wit' Kourtney a few weeks ago, I figured I hurt her too much to even patch things back up. She not having that shit at all.

I still try to apologize to her every chance I get, but she still won't come around. This morning I went to the diagnostic lab to get a DNA test done for Krystal and Madison. I called Krystal right after and told her the lab is just waiting on her and Madison to do their testing. Funny thing is, she came up with every fuckin' excuse about not being able to do it today. Red flag.

I took matters into my own hands and called Joe, her man, and my used-to-be friend. He agreed to meeting up wit' me at Trav's mechanic shop. I decided on Trav's shop because I want him to be a witness to me and Joe's conversation.

I pulled up to Trav's auto-body garage shop and parked on the outside. I turned off the car and got out, looking around the parking lot to see if I see the nigga. My eyes drifted to the direction of where I saw some nigga coming out of his car but his back was facing me. This has to be him.

I waited outside until he eventually approached me.

He scratched the back of his head and did a head nod. I did the same and we proceeded toward Trav's shop.

I opened the door to his shop and Joe followed behind me. I made my way to Trav's back office. Once I got there, I opened the door to see Trav sitting behind his desk on the phone.

"Nah, I didn't like that nasty ass cake. I ain't paying for no cake dat' taste like shit.-" He said into the phone. He must be talkin' to Sal about their wedding coming up in 2 weeks. He looked over and saw us standing there lookin' at him.

"Aye Sal, lemme call you back... Aight love you too."

"Man you ova' dea' fussin' bout cake an' shit?"

"Cause the shit nasty and I ain't payin' fa' it."

"Man whateva'. Anyways, this Joe. Joe, this my brodda."

"Yea I remember him, Trav right?"

"Yea das' me." Travis replied.

I took a seat in one of the chairs in the office and Joe did the same.

"Look Aug, this feel awkward as hell right now. But I do wanna say a nigga sorry fa' all'at shit that went down wit' Krystal."

"Man I'm not even hea' fa dat." I waved him off wit' his wack ass apology. "But it does concern Krystal."

"What' chu mean?"

"Ya' girl, she been on some slick shit lately."

"How you figure?" He seemed defensive. But I really didn't give a fuck. Travis literally was leaned all the way back in his chair watching us back and forth. I hope he payin' attention.

"Well to make a long story short, Krystal been try'na come on ta' a nigga. I ruined my relationship fuckin' wit her."

Joe stood up out his chair. "So y'all fucked?"

"Nigga sit down. You forgot I use to fuck her befa' you when we was friends? I ain't fuckin' her, but she did give me head one night at the club she work at a few months ago. She tricked me and sucked me off."