that.â
Storm, relieved heâd temporarily dodged the bullet persuading Kenya to calm down, got onto his feet kicking the statue, and would-be weapon, to the side on the sly. Holding her face close to his he kissed her on the forehead. âListen up. I know this ainât over and I swear we gonna get to the bottom of her lies, but for real, for real, we need to go down to the club and see whatâs what, ya feel me?â
âButââ Kenya hesitated not yet ready to let the heart-wrenching subject go so easily.
âBut nothing.â Storm reached over grabbing Kenyaâs car keys off the floor and headed to the door. âYour sister done lied on me and started all this madness. Itâs because of her my leg is fucked up and my ear is deformed! She ainât doing shit but trying to drive a wedge between us. Now weâve been through too much to let anybody do that shit! So come on, baby, letâs get down to Alley Cats before itâs too late! Iâll drive!â
âYeah, okay,â Kenya finally agreed knowing Storm would make the Chocolate Bunny situation go away. After all sheâd committed murder. Even if it was to save Parisâs life, nevertheless itâd be considered coldblooded murder of that skank and her baby.
Chapter 3
Truth Be Told
Controversy
âWhat up, my dude?â
âShit, on our way down to the club. Did you handle that for me or what?â
âYeah.â O.T. glanced over at London who was still a mess. âI got them in the stash and olâ girl sitting right next to me.â
âThat lying bitch!â Storm blurted out trying to further defend himself in front of Kenya. âFuck her!â
Kenya was still heated at her twin, but sick and tired of Storm and O.T. dogging her sister out. After all, Storm was right and had made a good point. She couldâve been just lying to get back at her. And considering all the drama sheâd brought into Londonâs once simple barely complicated life she did have it coming. âYâall can stop speaking about her like that!â
âShe ainât nothing but a troublemaker. Now I see why you kept the tramp a secret!â
âListen, Storm! Thatâs my blood!â
âYeah, she the same blood who was about to turn you in to the rat-ass police,â he condescendingly lectured.
âWhat the fuck ever!â
O.T. had enough of hearing the two of them argue. âHey, hey! Yâall can do all that nonsense later. Where yâall want me to take olâ girl? I got moves to make myself.â
âShe ainât welcome or wanted back at my crib!â Storm harshly proclaimed as he drove.
Kenya took a deep breath and angrily snatched the cell phone out Stormâs hand. âLet me talk to my damn sister!â
After a brief second and urging from O.T., London stubbornly got on the line. âHello.â
âLondon,â Kenya hissed. âWhy you take those guns out my house? What was you gonna do with them?â
âI donât know.â London puzzled. âI justââ
âAnd not only that. Whyâd you lie on my man? You know yâall didnât have sex! He donât want you!â
âWhat! Is that what he told you?â London screamed making O.T. take notice. âWell heâs partially right, we didnât have sex! He raped me!â
âHe raped you!â Kenya shrieked in disbelief at her twinâs outlandish claim.
âMy brother did what?â O.T.âs reaction was instant shock. âCome the fuck on!â
âYeah, thatâs right. Your precious man is nothing more than a cheating animal on the prowl. He held me down and raped me on your kitchen floor in front of the refrigerator!â London informed her sister as well as O.T. who was for once quiet. âI didnât want to do it! He made me!â
âLet me get this straight!â Kenya seethed with burning