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you talking about?” she closed her mouth and played it off real cool, even though her heart had plunged deep down into her bowels. She stared at him with an innocent look on her face and tried her best to sound clueless, but she’d known what time it was the moment she peeped the murderous ghetto look in her husband’s eye.
    â€œYour ring, whore !” Viceroy screeched. “That black bastard sent me a picture of your old engagement ring today, Selah. So how’d he get it? You must’ve been damn near in his lap for him to get it off your goddamn finger, huh?”
    â€œThat’s ridiculous!” she waved him off. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Viceroy!” Selah fronted, bluffing for the kids’s sake. She pointed her finger at him like a Brooklyn girl. “And don’t you call me out of my name either, dammit! Just calm yourself down and get a grip right now!” she said, trying to gain the upper hand. “You and Rodney Ruddman must be playing some real sick pissing games because nobody took my ring off my damn finger!”
    â€œGames my ass! Then how’d he get it, goddammit?” Viceroy demanded, panting hard as he walked up on her with raging bloodshot eyes. “Where’d you say you lost it at again?” he mocked, cupping his hand behind his ear. “What was that? You dropped it in my worst enemy’s drawers?”
    â€œViceroy.” Selah sighed and shook her head like he was talking out of his ass. “That doesn’t even make any sense, honey! You’ve been drinking, dear. Come on. Let’s go upstairs and talk about this. Maybe you can take a little nap and—”
    â€œTell the truth! You been fuckin’ that ugly black bastard, Selah?” he growled, ignoring her noise and creeping up on her as he got ready to make his move. “I plucked your ass outta the grimy gutters of Brooklyn when you didn’t have nothing but two pairs of panties and a raggedy slip to your name, and this is how you do me?”
    â€œNo!” Selah shrieked, her cool all gone as she stumbled backward in terror. “I swear to God I’ve never betrayed you, Viceroy! Never!”
    Fallon rushed forward and tried to jump between her parents like a barrier, but Viceroy was hood-slick and he faked right and darted left as he jetted toward Selah. Peaches had already jumped up and was coming at him too, but Viceroy crossed him over and broke his ankles and Peaches went down like a tall tree in those ugly lime green heels he had on.
    â€œMr. Dominion, please!” Mrs. Katie hollered from the other side of the table where she was still holding a hot pot of grits, but Viceroy didn’t even hear her. His mind was locked on getting him a piece of Selah’s ass, and nothing and nobody was gonna stop him.
    Until he ran smack into Mink and Bunni, that is.
    â€œPut ’em up!” Bunni challenged, jumping in front of Selah and going into a boxer’s stance. “First name Bunni, last name Mayweather!” she said, popping her neck twice as her and Mink posted up strong, ready to go toe-to-toe.
    â€œGet the fuck outta my way!” Viceroy screamed and lunged drunkenly, swiping at Selah and missing so bad he almost fell dead on his face.
    â€œPound for pound, nucka!” Bunni hollered, squaring up like a champ. “You swing them paws on Mama Selah and we gone hafta go pound for pound!”
    The gutter streets of Houston rose up out of Viceroy and he lunged again, falling forward and knocking the hell out of both Bunni and Mink. He heard their Harlem battle cries and felt their blows raining down on his back and head, but getting his hands around Selah’s throat was the only thing on his drunken mind.
    He rose up and groped for her in the middle of the fighting pile, and he was just about to clamp down on her when Mink jumped on his back and wrapped her arms and legs around him like a