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minutes ago. From there, my sisters’ husbands left out of the east exit of Pirahna’s to hop cabs back to Cambridge. Nat, Mac, Danny and I left out of Pirahna’s kitchen exit and called Danielle’s driver, telling him to meet us in the alley. I have no clue where Matt went; I’m sure he’s nursing Jon and calming a hysterical Marla. I did notice that Jasmine and Marlon left together, running out of a side exit, Jasmine pulling him along. Let us now pray that there were no cellphone cameras that recorded the evening’s events.              
                  I watch Mac run a hand over his face. His button-up is bloody, he keeps flexing his hand and he’s damn sure gonna have a bruise on his jaw tomorrow. Other than that, he looks pretty damn good. Proud of him. I make a mental note to tell him so later.
                  “I want you out of the condo,” Danny says. And here it comes. Mac briefly closes his eyes before opening them and then turning to Danielle.
                  “Danielle, please,” he says, his voice low. Nat and I look out the windows of the limo. A man needs privacy when he’s begging his wife.
                  “I don’t feel safe with you.” Huh? I steal a look at her and watch her flip her hair over her shoulder. I gotta say, I know it’s the wrong time to think this, but Danny’s always been prettiest when she’s pregnant. I make a mental note to tell her so later. Her skin reflects this golden color, her eyes seem to be a brighter brown and all she seems to develop during pregnancy is a nice round bump. I see Mac run his eyes over her bump quickly.
                  “Are you kidding me? Come on, Red. You’ve got to be kidding me. You don’t feel safe?”
                  “For you to just…just…snap like you did. For no reason? No. I want you gone.”
                  “Red, did you hear Marla?”
                  “What?”
                  “Marla? Did you hear her ask Jon if I was the reason he texted her and asked her to come? Jon planned that shit, Red. Come on. He called you all down there because he wanted—”
                  “FUCK JON!” she yells out as she brings her head an inch from Mac’s face. Malcolm shuts his fucking mouth. “You were sitting at the bar, laid the hell back, buying that bitch a drink! Jon planned that, Red …no shit, Malcolm! I knew Jon called Marla down there for a reason, you fucking idiot! He pushed her off on me an hour ago and then he asks that we come join him for a drink at Pirahna’s? I knew that’s where you went! I knew something was wrong earlier when Jasmine came upstairs with a busted lip. I’m not a damn dummy! Stupid ass!”
    She shoves him in the shoulder.
    “That would be you! You’re sitting at the bar buying this bitch drinks! With money that you make to feed and clothe and house your fucking family! Isn’t that what the hell you were doing?” Mac says nothing. “Answer me!” Splat! She crashes her right hand slab-dab on Malcolm’s left cheek. He clenches his jaw but says nothing. “Fucking answer me!” She grabs a hold of his shirt and yanks him towards her. He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw again. “Open your fucking mouth and tell me why!” She shoves him backwards and his shoulders hit the window.
    Nat and I exchange a look . Should we say something or are you just as afraid as I am?
    “Do you know what that bitch is doing right now? Huh?” Danielle scoots over to Malcolm and pulls him to her by his shirt collar. “She’s fucking texting and tweeting…telling all of her Facebook friends and fucking Twitter followers that Malcolm Blair bought her a goddamn drink.” She shoves him away again. “And his wife is nine months pregnant. And they already have a kid!”
                  “Two,” Mac whispers as he drifts his eyes down to the floor.
    Nat and I