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earlier. Darryl stands a few feet away from them like the good little assistant he is.
    I give Byron my best side-eye, and toss as much vitriol into it as I can. “He has something that belongs to me, and I intend to stay here until I get it.” I am confused when I say this with a slight slur. I stand, and my head is so fuzzy, I sit right back down, and rest my head on the backrest of the loveseat. Darnelle’s face looms in front of mine.
    “You, a’ight, Keee—shuh?” Her voice goes from tenor to bass in two syllables. I grin goofily at her.
    “It’s all g-good,” I say, and my voice sounds like one of the Chipmunks. My Triple-G stands with her arms folded, tapping a foot on a miniature white tile floor in time with the buzzing of her tiny white wings, and shaking her head.
    Byron’s face hovers over me next, and I laugh at him like a hyena. He puts his lips next to my ear and says. “We’ll see who’s gon’ be laughing when I get your ass home.” I bat his hands away, but when I look into his face he’s smiling at me as he used to when we first started going together.
    He didn’t say that. Did he? I must be hallucinating. I smile back, and try to fold my arms, but they won’t work right. My head spins like Leonardo DiCaprio’s totem in the movie Inception , and nobody truly knows if that damn thing ever stopped spinning.
    “She’s trashed,” Princess Danai says. “My hotel is right down the street, I’ll get one of my people to take her there, so she can sleep it off.”
    “No!” Byron snaps. “I’ll take her to her mama’s house. I know where she lives.”
    Byron takes both my hands and pulls me up off the sofa. I don’t want to, but I fall up against him, and then try to steady myself again.
    “Come on, Keke.” He uses my nickname as he did when things were good between us.
    “No,” I whine and plop back down on the sofa. Princess Danai supports me, so I won’t slide off the leather onto the floor. The situation has gone to majorly concerning. I fumble for my cell phone, but I can’t get the snap undone on my clutch. Javier, Jr., my brother lives just north of downtown, and I’m hoping he’ll feel like doing the designated driver thing for me.
    Byron doesn’t give up, he takes one of my hands, holds my waist to steady me, and then slings me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
    “No-o, By-ron,” I say in slow motion. “Put me down.”
    “I’m just gon’ take you home now,” he says as he grabs my clutch from Princess Danai and turns to leave with me. He’s already breathing hard before we get to the door.
    “By-ron. I don’t wanna go with you.”
    “Aw, fuck!” Byron swears and stops.
    “I think the lady has made her position clear,” an angry baritone says in a hard, even tone. I contort my head to peek around Byron. Tristan stands in front of the door. He looks mad as hell.
    Byron lowers me off his shoulder, and lets me go. I stumble headfirst into Tristan’s junk, but he doesn’t even grunt, and I know I have a fucking hard head. He just grabs my arms, hoists me up against him, takes his thumb and forefinger, and pries open one of my eyes.
    “What did you give her?” Tristan growls.
    “I ain’t give her shit,” Byron says, holding his hands up as if in surrender . “Talk to that damn dyke. That’s who she was drinking with before I even got here.” By this time, Princess Danai has come over and overhears the end of Byron’s disparaging remarks.
    “Talk to this dyke about what?” She asks her mouth twisted into a hard sneer.
    I turn from Tristan’s arms and summon all the strength I can muster. Even though dark edges threaten to close in around me, I execute a perfect right hook, knock Princess Danai the fuck out, and fall right on top of her.
    Before I pass out, Byron goes, “Ain’t that a bitch.”
    And Tristan says, “What a goddamned clusterfuck.”
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C hapter Four
     
     
    Soft jazz music plays as I come out of