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hatred as her stomach started to churn and her hands shivered. “You saying Storm forced his self on you? Is that right? Just like you claimed your college professor did?”
    London was getting fed up. She was truly innocent having had just about enough of all the insults, attacks on her character, and now dragging things up from her past. “Not that the two incidents have anything in common maybe except the fact that both the guys are slime balls, your man assaulted me! On Gran’s grave I promise!”
    â€œWell he said he ain’t touched you! Let alone take the pussy!”
    â€œAnd you believe him?”
    â€œWell, he said that.”
    â€œStop taking up for him, Kenya!” London begged wiping her face with an old piece of balled-up tissue out her purse. “He got you wrapped around his little finger!”
    â€œHe said he ain’t touch you!” Kenya unconfidently repeated as she watched a nervous Storm grip up on the steering wheel as small beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.
    â€œStop saying that lie! I’m telling you what happened! He grabbed me from the back and knocked me down on the floor! I even scratched him across his neck trying to get him off me!” The aggravated twin ranted with rage. “But since you so busy defending his no-good butt, we’ll just wait and see what happens in a few months then that’ll convince you who’s telling the truth.”
    â€œStop lying, London! Why you doing this?”
    â€œI know you weren’t trying to major in anything but boys when you were in school and, Kenya, I’ve always known you aren’t the smartest apple in the bunch, but you can trust one thing for sure, DNA don’t lie!”
    â€œNaw! It ain’t true!” Kenya trapped in denial finally let go all her tears. “You lying just trying to break us up! You lying, London! You lying! You just jealous ’cause I got a man and you don’t! You always wanted to be me!”
    â€œHere’s a few words of advice my naive two-faced twin sister, instead of worrying about me and my baby breaking you two up, you need to be concerned with the judge breaking y’all criminals up when they arrest you for murder and him for all that drug dealing.”
    With that exchange, a frustrated London folded her arms after handing the phone to O.T. who took it back, shutting it slowly, never saying a word as he drove off.
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    â€œHow did you get that scratch on your neck?” Kenya turned her full attention back to interrogate Storm who now knew he was busted.
    â€œWhat scratch? Don’t let her get in your head!” He tried downplaying the million dollar question. “I don’t know what you or her talking ’bout!”
    â€œThat one!” She pointed, deliberately digging her nails deep into his skin as she twisted his neck to reveal the obvious.
    â€œThat shit hurt!” He snatched back trying to keep his eyes focused on the narrow road. “You bugging!”
    â€œNaw, you is! You did fuck her!” Kenya balled up her fist socking Storm hard as she could in the side of his neck causing the car to cross the lines into the next lane.
    Pulling over to the side then slamming on the brakes he charged over at Kenya smashing her face against the passenger window. With his palm painfully pressing her cheek, his fingers tangled up in her hair. Holding his woman there as she helplessly gasped for air struggling to break free, Storm laid his law down. Kenya could feel his angry lips touch her ear as he spoke.
    â€œI don’t know what the hell happened that night with your damn sister, but I do know I’m a fucking grown-ass man and you ain’t about to just keep putting your hands on me disrespecting a nigga like I’m not! So sit back, shut the fuck up, and know your role!” he hissed as his breath grew hotter. “Let me handle this situation at