Liana was laying across the couch, her head resting on Maurice's legs as he rubbed her hair absentmindedly while he watched TV. After confronting Natasha, she felt a little better. She got to blow some steam off in every punch to the face and felt even better at the shoe to the stomach, but something was still eating at her.
She was pretty sure she did no real damage to her baby and it pissed her off that whenever Chris woke up, eight months from now, he would have three kids calling him daddy. "Sis!" TJ shouted, coming in the living room.
She rolled her eyes a little, sitting up and sighing. "What's up?"
"What we doing today?" he plopped on the couch next to Maurice, pulling him in a bear hug.
"Uncle!" Maurice shouted, laughing and pushing TJ away.
TJ chuckled, glancing at Liana and raising his eyebrows. "I don't know. I just wanna chill; you can take him out though."
"Come on boring ass, stop acting so depressed." He pinched her arm lightly and she slapped his hand away. "Forreal, go get dressed."
"I don't feel like going anywhere. Mexico is boring as shit now; five years and I'm tired of seeing the same crap. I miss the states." She pouted and TJ laughed, nodding.
"Yeah, I do too. But Chris is a wanted man, that nigga can't go back."
"He can go back, just not to Cali." TJ rolled his eyes as Liana got up to answer the door. "The fuck?" she mumbled to herself when she glanced out the window and seeing two cops standing on the porch. "Can I help you?" she asked slowly when she opened the door.
"Are you Liana Scott-Brown?" she nodded and one officers' grabbed her arm, cuffing her and pulling her from the house. "You're under arrest for disturbing the peace and assault against Ms. Daniels. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you-"
"I know my fucking Miranda Rights!" she yelled, cutting him off and calling for TJ.
He rushed from the living room and stopped once he saw the cops taking Liana to the car. "Fuck, don't worry Li, I got you." He shook his head, grilling the officers as they forced her in the car. "Y'all better be fucking gentle! She's pregnant!" one officer looked up at TJ, rolling his eyes and getting in the car. "Shit!" TJ spat, going back in the house and slamming the door.
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"So can you tell me again, what happened?" the detective asked, looking at Liana patiently.
Liana sighed loudly, crossing her arms. "I went up to her hotel because I wanted to know how far along she was in her pregnancy. My brother and I got up there and she was being reckless and she pushed me so I hit her. It was self-defense. Of course she's gonna lie, she doesn't like me." She lied, shrugging.
"Why would you go to her hotel if she knows she doesn't like you?"
"I just fucking told you why!" she frowned, sitting up a little and unfolding her arms. "Do I have to act it out for your stupid ass to understand?!" she spat, cocking her head back. "She had an affair with my husband, got pregnant, and for some odd reason, she hates me because he doesn't want her bitter ass!"
"Calm down miss, I just want to get the story straight." He sighed, looking over some papers. "In the police report, Ms. Daniels says you initiated the altercation."
"Well I didn't. Can I go now?"
"Just a minute." He slid her a piece of paper and a pen. "Ms. Daniels requested to file a restraining order, all we need is your signature of compliance and you can go."
