Big Mistake

Crazed Interceptions

"Time is written and used at an advantage to race against the obvious. Some people tend to change, but others find no resort in trying to change. Only a crazy person can do the same things over and over again..." -Yamesia

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A/N: Scenes in this chapter may be graphic. But if you can take a challenge and are used to reading gruesome scenes, feel free to read on.

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6 months later...

"I don't think you understand me, Brady. Vanessa had lots to do with that fire." Tommy urged, hissing his pierced gray eyes at his friend.

"Well, I don't think you understand exactly what I'm saying." Brady hissed, taking his cigar from his mouth. "Vanessa is a damn good woman, and a damn good mother, let's not forget that. She'd never do anything so vile and reckless to where it could land her pretty ass in jail."

"Well, I'd beg to differ. She's as fuzzy and ludicrous as her mother." Tommy interjected menacingly.  Brady smudged his cigar into the ash tray and stood from his seat.

"Listen here Tommy, while I'm around and breathing you won't disrespect her. After all she's done for me and you, you choose to be the one to back stab her. A conniving field rat." Brady snarled, flaring his nostrils in the air.

Paris shook her head and ate the ice cream from her spoon.  "He's right. Vanessa would never try to hurt someone so innocent." She said to the tv.

"Well, just know that by the end of the night, we'll see who's dick she has lunged down her throat." Tommy assured.

"Ooooh, look at Tommy trying to play the ho-man card tonight. This isn't even about sex. But while we're on the topic... say Tommy, why don't you tell your wife to bring the whip like she did last time. The scars may heal, but the pain is more alluring than her sweet little ass." 

Paris's eyes lit up and she began to chuckle before full blown laughing. "You can't just tell that man you fucked his wife!" She laughed loudly. "Damn idiot."

"You fucked my wife?!" Brady yelled loudly, causing Paris to turn the tv down.

Brady and Tommy began to fight after he tauntingly nodded his head and threw up a round "okay" sign.

Chairs were being thrown, tables were being broken, and bookcases were being rattled and shaken as the two men fought each other.

Malcolm entered back into the living room and stopped once he saw the movie playing and the two men fighting.

"The hell you in here watchin'? Homicidal Gangsters? Or some shit with Steven Seagal?" He asked, taking a seat next to her with a bowl of popcorn.

"Neither. It's Ashes to Revenue. A movie about two business men imposing as gangsters to catch a gangstress from embezzling millions from their company that they started. But so happens they're-"

"Okay okay, I'an ask fa' the whole entire story, P." Malcolm interjected, kissing her forehead and rubbing her stomach.