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away from my brother and looked at
him sideways. "You're not gonna do anything to him?"
    "No, not if you don't want me to."
    I almost blurted,  You killed
Johnathon and I didn't want you to!  but I caught
myself.
    "Monifa, I didn't really like that nigga
Coras when you introduced him to me but I served him product
because he fucked with you and treated you right. Then, he turned
out to be one hustling ass nigga. I make a lot of money off of
selling him weight. I'm not gon' break off a good relationship with
him because he cheated on you. Now, if he hit you, that's a
different story."
    I knew if I lied and told my brother that
Coras hit me then he'd kill him. I didn't want that. I loved Coras.
But I wanted him to be punished somehow.
    "His friend put his hands on me," I said
desperately.
    "Who?!"
    "His producer. Gee Beats. He threw me on the
ground when I caught Coras with the other girl. I told him not to
touch me and his drunk ass slammed me."
    This got my brother riled up.
    And before I left the apartment, I was
sure  something  was going to be done
to  somebody .
    On the car ride home I looked up Oyeah Mason
on The Site and thumb-tapped his profile picture to enlarge it. He
was sure easy to look at, with some of the softest-looking skin I
had ever seen (and this clearly had to be due to a Site-generated
photo effect because he didn't look this blemish-free in person).
Still, he had a nice set of lips that looked moist and kissable,
and his brown eyes sparkled with sincerity. He should have been a
professional model, not selling drugs for my brother.
    I clicked Like on his picture.

 
    Monifa Chavis: In time, everybody gets what's
due to them. Call it revenge, call it karma, call it whatever you
like. Just don't get mad when it comes back around and punches yo
punk-ass. Nobody does me wrong and gets away with it.

Chapter 7
    Andre "Coras Bane" McDougald
     
    "Did you see what Monifa just posted?" Ashleigh
asked me.
    I was donning my Cuban link chain in the
mirror, getting ready for the performance at the Sprint Center
tonight. The last thing I wanted to hear about was Monifa and
social media.
    "I don't care what she posted," I said.
    "Look at it."
    "For what?"
    Ashleigh put her cell phone in my face and
made me read the status update. I looked it over and shrugged my
shoulders. Ashleigh didn't like that response.
    She said, "Every time she posts some revenge
shit, it's about you. What happened?"
    "I don't know."
    "Call her and find out."
    "No. Tonight is one of the biggest
performances of my budding career and I don't wanna kill my vibe by
talking to her."
    I stared in the mirror at the gold chain and
how it sat against my bare chest, hoping Ashleigh would drop the
issue. She did, thankfully. She walked off, leaving me in her
master bedroom alone.
    I couldn't tell Ashleigh what happened
between me and Monifa, even though I knew she knew something was
up. If I told her that Monifa caught Kirbie on my lap kissing me, I
would be in the dog house with both of my ladies. I didn't know
exactly what Ashleigh would do if she found out. She'd be deeply
hurt, to say the least. And when you hurt a girl deep once, she
might still ride for you but the dynamic would change, if only
slightly. I didn't want that to happen.
    I had spent the night here at Ashleigh's
impressive three-bedroom single-family home in quiet Olathe,
Kansas, because Monifa wouldn't let me come home to her. That alone
was enough to give Ashleigh red flags because I rarely ever crashed
here. And then the salty status update ... it was clear me and
Monifa were going through it.
    Ashleigh came back in the room pouting. She
put her hands on her hips, taking a stance.
    Dammit!   Here we go
again .
    "Are yall broken up or are you not gonna tell
me?" she said with grief raw in her voice. "Because I don't know
how much longer I can put up with being the side chick if I can't
at least know what's going on."
    "We got into an argument," I said,
finally.
    "About