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glaring down at her. Jessa briefly took in some of the neighbors standing in a crowd across the street before she turned and took in the tall and curvaceous frame of her one-time best friend, then rolled her eyes. “Save some of that anger for your husband’s white baby mama,” Jessa drawled sarcastically. “Or are you too drunk to realize that I’m not her.”
    Renee’s eyes glittered with anger. “You don’t want to fuck with me, Jessa,” she warned, her voice hard.
    Jessa spared her another bored glance. “I’d be careful with the threats; you’re facing enough charges, aren’t you?”
    Renee’s discovery that her husband of over twenty years had an affair with a woman who eventually had his child drove Renee to the bottle, and when the woman came to Richmond Hills to confront her, she almost drove her vehicle into the woman in a drunken stupor, landing herself in jail and with a court battle to fight. Renee was free, but Jackson wasn’t back in their home, and so Jessa assumed the word on the street was correct that she wasn’t going to forgive him and try to rebuild their marriage.
    Who gives a flying fuck?
    “What’s going on, Renee?”
    Jessa shifted her eyes to Aria as she stepped on the porch as well. Their gazes locked and Jessa didn’t back down. They had been friends since college, but now it was clear they were enemies ... and that was fine by Jessa.
    Unlike Renee’s, Aria’s husband, Kingston, was back in his place as the king of the castle. Jessa’s eyes darted down to Aria’s stomach. She heard that Aria was pregnant. There was a time she probably would have been the godmother.
    Fuck her and her whole crew, including the one she’s breeding.
    Jessa pulled her cell phone out when Aria came down a step. “Please don’t violate your restraining order and get your happy-to-be-pregnant ass thrown in jail.”
    Aria balled her hands into fists and glared Jessa down before she climbed back up on the step. “You ain’t shit,” Aria said.
    “Being married to a doctor don’t change a damn thing about all that tricking you use to do, Miss Queen of Ain’t Shit.”
    Jessa felt like she was on a roll. She loved putting these women in their place. When her husband died, every woman in Richmond Hills looked at her like she was the sexy widow on the loose looking to replace her dead husband. . . including her three friends. They never said it, but she could see the doubt in their eyes whenever they came upon her with their husband.
    “Did y’all enjoy the show?” she asked, just as Pleasure finally pulled to a stop behind her.
    Things couldn’t get any sweeter when Jaime finally stepped out onto the porch. She didn’t miss the way Jaime’s eyes widened at the sight of Pleasure’s truck.
    “One second,” Jessa said playfully, holding up her finger before she turned and handed the wad of money to Pleasure through the open passenger window.
    He took the money and then looked beyond Jessa at Jaime.
    “Thank you so much; it was worth every penny,” Jessa said, her voice purposefully loud.
    “That’s the man in the video!” one of the neighbors exclaimed.
    Pleasure frowned and looked out his open driver’s side window at the people loitering in the streets still dressed in the funeral black. “What the fuck is going on?” he mumbled.
    Jessa blew him a kiss and turned to face her enemies. “Looks like we have the same taste in men. He was worth every cent for me. Was he worth it for you?” Jessa asked Jaime.
    “Hey, don’t call my phone no more,” Pleasure said, raising his windows.
    Jessa shrugged and waved her hand to dismiss him just before he pulled off with a squeal of his tires.
    “You’re pathetic, Jessa,” Jaime said, her newly cut weave swinging just above her shoulder.
    The weave addict is trying to kick cold turkey.
    “No, I am not the one to play with. That’s who I am,” Jessa told her, before she turned to face their neighbors. “Still feeling sorry for the