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been arched. If she wasn’t pushin’ sixty-five I would blame it on a mid life crisis. Maybe Lisa was just like her mother, a sheep in wolf’s clothin’.
    Since I’d found what I was lookin’ for anyway, there was no need for me to argue wit’ the witch any longer. Just as I started out the door, the bitch called my name.
    “Rich, oh my goodness, that was the hospital. Lisa had a session with her doctor the other day and attacked her. Apparently Lisa also said some things that have them concerned.”
    “And please tell me why I should give a fuck. Lisa is always sayin’ crazy shit. What else is new?”
    “First of all you need to show some respect. Last time I checked, this is something we both signed up for. Furthermore, her doctor is requesting to speak with you about the session.”
    “Man, I’m not tryin’ to talk to no doctor about Lisa hittin’ her. They should be able to handle that. I got better shit to do. Lisa ain’t my problem no more.”
    “I think it’s more than that. Whatever my poor child has told them, the doctor seems to only wanna discuss it with you.” She handed me a piece of paper that had a phone number on it. “That’s the doctor’s direct line.”
    Now, I was concerned. “Aight, I’ll call her.”
    “Lord Jesus, I need to go up to the hospital right now to see what’s going on. If something happens to my daughter, her blood is on your hands!”
    “My hands. You just said we signed up for this shit together!”
    “We did, but that doesn’t mean I trust you. Obviously, something isn’t right.”
    “Whatever!”
    As I walked out of the door actin’ as if I wasn’t phased, my heart was literally in my stomach. Just in case Lisa had said somethin’ to incriminate me, I needed to check into that patient confidentiality thing ASAP. My best bet was to call the hospital as soon as I got in the car so that Mrs. Carter didn’t try to pry. After jumpin’ inside, I quickly pulled out my phone, turned it on, then dialed the number from the piece of paper. Nervously waitin’ for someone to answer, the phone rung at least four times before Dr. Ju’s voicemail came on. I left her a message and decided to wait for her to call me back instead of just goin’ up there. It was no tellin’ what Lisa had said, so I wanted to make sure I wasn’t walkin’ into a set-up. For all I knew, the fuckin’ cop could’ve been waitin’ on me when I got there. Still feelin’ a little nervous, I pulled out the driveway before headin’ toward Trixie’s house since that bitch had already started blowin’ my phone up again.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6 Rich
     
    “I know damn well this bitch don’t think I’m fuckin’ her,” I mumbled to myself as I approached Trixie’s door.
    Standin’ in the doorway wit’ a revealin’ red negligee on, she looked just like a broke-ass Victoria Secret model. As a matter of fact, the lingerie was one of the pieces I’d bought her from La Perla back in the day. Maybe her triflin’-ass thought puttin’ on somethin’ sexy would get some sparks flyin’ between us. Even though her body looked phat to death as usual, pussy was the furst from my mind. Little did she know every time I pulled up to her house, I instantly got pissed off when flashbacks to me killin’ that nigga Mike in the same spot entered my mind. The thought of that dude raisin’ my daughter, Juanita all this time made my blood boil, so fuckin’ was the last thing on my mind.
    I looked at Trixie up and down. I hated that she’d dyed her hair back blonde and cut it short. Even though it looked so much better jet black, the style did make her high cheek bones stand out.
    “So, is this the reason you been blowin’ my phone up? Where’s my daughter?” I asked, walkin’ in the door.
    “Rich please, I don’t want your ass. The only thing that’s going on between us is Juanita.”
    “Bitch whatever! You know damn well you ain’t never turned down this good