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  He seemed like he wanted to take two steps forward then another three steps back.

  "You thought you killed me..." Mr. Wallace said in a whisper. "You and my brother both, all over what?? Over Money?? I gave you whatever you wanted and needed and this is what both of y'all do??? FUCK YOU BITCH!!!!" he said attempting to charge at her while three uniformed cops stopped him pulling him back.

  "THEY'RE LYING SEBASTIAN!!!!!! DON'T YOU SEE WHAT THEY'RE TRYING TO DO?!?! I WOULD NEVER....."

  I slammed the door to the room while Mr. Wallace was still yelling, I see I had gotten my point across to him and her showing that I was on to her bullshit.

  "You said my husband was dead!!!" she yelled.

  "So seeing that it wasn't true you want to start off from the beginning, with the truth?" I asked.

  "May I have another cig?" Stacey asked wiping the already dried up tears on her face. I complied giving her a smoke and a lighter.

  "So Mrs. Wallace, are you ready to start from the beginning?"

  "Yeah. I am. Way from the beginning where I ask for my lawyer...."

  "Sure." I smiled pulling out my cell phone. "What's the number?"

  Chapter FOUR

  Sebastian:

  I watched as Detective Brown walked back into the room, I was steaming.

  "Mr. Wallace?" he said taking a seat. "Welp we have your mom and brother in the other room and they as well think that you are dead. Would you like for us to tell them that we made that whole thing up or keep it going?"

  I took a deep breath lowered my head and took a breath before answering,

  "Keep it going."

  "Are you sure Mr. Wallace?? Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

  "Look man to be honest with you I don't feel like I can trust anyone in my life right now. I'm still lost, why was my brother in that car with my wife?"

  "I can't sugar coat anything with you, she was also sleeping with your brother."

  I sat back then put both hands behind my head.

  "This bitch was fucking my brother too?? You gotta be fucking kidding me!!!"

  "No sir I am not, she asked for a lawyer and there is no doubt in my mind that you two have the same attorney."

  "In a way yeah, when her attorney moved to Atlanta to start his own firm my lawyer took her on as a client."

  "KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK." went the room door as Detective Brown excused himself before he could open the door completely my lawyer swiftly walked in past him.

  Since he didn't announce himself Detective Brown quickly reacted putting his hands behind his back throwing him against the cement wall.

  "Say mayne let loose the ranges a little bit!!! That's my fuckin client!!!!"

  The detective looked at me, I have to be the first to say that my lawyer wasn't very aware of the crazy shit he does on normal bases but I can say that he knows the law.

  "Detective Brown this is my lawyer Elijah St. John, Elijah St. John, Detective Brown," I said.

  "Yeah, you heard what he said?? I'm his lawyer!! Now get off me got damn!!!!!" Elijah yelled out.

  With his forearm still on the back of Elijah's neck, he looked at me then back at him.

  "Don't you ever just walk into MY room and not announce yourself you got that Mr. St. John."

  "Yeah mayne, now get off me this is a Tom Ford suit!"

  Detective Brown backed up and watched Elijah adjust his jacket.

  "Damn now my shit wrinkled!" Elijah said looking at the sleeves of his jacket.

  "Mr. Wallace if you want to talk to me after your lawyer leaves I'll be next door talking to your mother and brother." he said walking out eyeballing Elijah shutting the door behind him.

  "Mannnn that dude needs to get some ass, I know what lack of ass can do to somebody mayne for real. I went without ass for like lemme see, March was the first month... Wait nah it had to be February because at the beginning of the year I had this fat ass freak and she was like say daddy can I..." he said sitting back with his eyes closed smiling at the memory.

  "Elijah?" I spoke lowly while he reminisced.

  He ignored my speaking his name and was still talking, I shook my head then slammed my fist on the table, "ELIJAH!"

  "Damn man, you seem mad, you wanna get something off your chest?" He asked sitting up leaning towards me.

  I stood up with my hands out, "Look around man!!! Do you see where we are? You see this shit?? This is serious man, you get that? My wife tried to kill me!!!"

  "Daaaammmmnnnn!!!! That's some fucked up shit, you mean the fine ass white lady that came up to the office with you?" He asked shaking his head.

  "Yeah, my wife," I said getting more than a little irritated with him.

  "To be honest with you I would have thought she would have tried to kill your brother or that Mexican she was fuckin!!! Ooh!!! Or that Chinese dude that use to do her toes nails over there at Tic Tac nail salon oooh orrr..."

  "That's enough!" I yelled.

  "My bad bro I thought you knew yo’ wife was a hoe, I knew something like this was gone happen sooner or later that's why..." Elijah said reaching into jacket pocket pulling out an envelope. "I did what I did."

  He handed me the envelope, I can't say I was shocked when I opened it because at the rate my life was going right now, nothing was unbelievable. I looked at one picture then put the rest of them down, not because I didn't want to see them but because I was a bit confused.

  "Elijah, may I ask you something before I look through the rest of these Polaroids showing my wife's whore ways?" I asked.

  "Yeah anything." he said bending down underneath the table.

  "What are you doing?" I said looking under the same table.

  "Say, I'm trying to help you out, do you know everything you say or do will be held against you in the court of law? I just wanna make sure we aren't being recorded," he said knocking on the steel leg of the table.

  "I know that!! Man!!!" I said sitting back up then standing. "Elijah, please!!! Focus!!! I said massaging my temples. "I can't deal with you, where's Bryce?" He's more level-headed.

  "See you asking about Bryce makes me mad, you making it seem like I can't-do my damn job." he said brushing his goal-tee.

  "Can you? Can you do your fucking job??"

  "Look man I brought you the pictures didn't I?? You want me to be honest with you Sebastian Wallace well here's some honesty for yo’ ass, you married a woman you thought was a good girl even though your moms told you she wasn't the right one in which I can't say I fault you for because when yo’ mama say go left you wanna go right like all kids. But then you married her ass and tried to make an honest hoe outta her but you see the thing about hoes is it's hard for them to change they hoe ways... "

  I tried to cut in but he kept talking.

  "Your dad died you inherited the family business that wasn't doing so well which is all well and good but then what happens?? You started to profit more than your dad did when he was running it and guess who became jealous?? Yo brother and guess who came up on some money the good ol way?? YO HOE!!! A hoe with money is the worse hoe there is, and instead of putting that hoe in her place you let her have a free for all in yo shit!?! I ain't sayin' you gettin' what you deserve but I am sayin’ how could you not have known?" he asked taking a more serious tone.

  "That's the thing, Elijah... I did."

  "You did what?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

  "I knew what she was doing, I knew she was having an affair I just didn’t know with who," I said looking down at my hands.

  "So why didn't you call her out on her shit?" he asked.

  "Let me ask you something Elijah, would you really be worried about what someone else was doing if you were doing the same thing?"

  "Awwww dawg so both of ya’ll some hoes??" he asked throwing his hands in the air.

  "If you want to say that then I guess yes, but let me tell you..."

  I put my head back down and remembered exactly when and where everything began and started to tell him. I remember it was
the same night my mother came over to have dinner after she left Stacey said she was tired and drained and that she had to get some rest. My wife didn't really do much during the day honestly except shop (that I knew of at the time) so there was nothing that she in my eyes had to be so tired from. So I left Roberto to cleaning the kitchen as I went to the guest house where I always go to clear my head. I took off my dress shoes socks and everything else in the sitting room and just stood there. I heard the door swing open and someone yelling by the front door.

  "If you don't get yo nasty ass out of here I'm gone run upstairs and tell Mr. Wallace!!!"

  I heard footsteps coming my way fast so I didn't have time to put on my clothes, next thing I knew Mary, our nanny, came running in full speed swinging a rake. I fell back behind the couch and screamed out.

  "Mary it's me Sebastian put the rake down please!!"

  She stopped in her tracks when she reached the back of the couch where I was on my back naked.

  "Oh my God, Mr. Wallace... I'm so sorry, let me help you. It's just that I thought you were Mr. Hernandez and I just don't..."

  Then she gasped and covered her eyes. I guess that's when she realized I didn't have on any clothes.

  "Do you mind handing me at least my boxers please?" I asked trying to cover up myself with both hands.

  "I'm sorry of course." she said stepping back with her eyes still covered feeling for my clothes then throwing them at me.

  As I laid there trying to put my clothes on without her seeing me I started to think, why would she think I was Roberto? He doesn't have a key for the guest house and no one was really allowed in here. When I finished dressing I stood up but Mary's back was facing towards me. I wanted to ask her questions but I needed her to be calm and have a clear head first so I asked her if she cared to have a glass of champagne.

  "Oh no, it's okay Mr. Wallace. I'm not allowed to drink while I'm at work."

  I chuckled at her comment then responded, "But I'm your boss and I say you're off."

  There were two things I was trying to do, one like I said earlier get some information out of her and two get her to calm down and I achieved both of those.

  The more she and I drunk the more open we became with one another. I asked Mary allot of questions especially since she was at home with my family more than I was and she spared my feelings none.

  She begins with why she thought I was Roberto, she said that she knew that Stacey had told me she had to get on her earlier that day because she was late going to the bus stop, she was only late because she was doing some things around the guest house like Stacey had asked until she heard moaning coming from the master bedroom down the hall. She walked into the room slowly with the toilet bowl scrubber tightly in both hands and cracked open the door.

  She said at first she seen Roberto's naked body on the bed moving his hips back and forward, then she seen Stacey's left hand with her wedding band on her finger reach backward and moan "give me all of it."

  By that time we were on our second bottle of champagne and I was frozen, I wanted to do allot to both of them but Mary helped me change my mind a little. She told me the only proof that I had was her but it wasn't good enough because she didn't see her face only her hand and with women like Stacey you have to be able to prove everything and Mary was right. Besides that Stacey would make that girls life a living hell had I'd gone up there and said anything so at that moment I decided I was going to get more proof.

  At the end of the conversation, Mary hoped that I wasn't mad at her for what she had told me but insisted that right was right and wrong was wrong and she had my word that I would not say anything to Stacey until the time was right and I had my proof.

  When I ended what I replayed back I lifted my head and looked at Elijah trying to balance his head straight.

  "Elijah!!!" I yelled across the table.

  "Yeah!" he shouted rubbing the back of his hands across his lips.

  "Were you listening to anything I said?"

  "Yeah, I heard all of what you said"

  "What did I say man?" I said putting my hands flat on the table.

  "You said umm... You said..." he stuttered.

  "Well??"

  "You said, man, you said... Man fuck that, that shit was borin’ as hell!!! You a borin’ ass dude. I'm sorry to say that to you being yo’ lawyer and what not but what point were you trying to make in between all of that?"

  "My point was that my NANNY caught my wife FUCKING my cook!!!!!"

  "Nah, she caught someone with your wife's ring on fuckin yo’ cook. What other proof do you have on your wife?"

  "A lot," I said sitting back.

  "Yeah a lot of shit you leaving out." he said, "If you want me to help you-you gots, to be honest with me, stop sprinkling sugar on shit and tellin’ me it's a Popsicle cause that shit ain't gone work. Before you told me this long ass dry story you said would I really be worried about what someone else was doing if I were doing the same thing. And no I wouldn't be so let me ask you where you and Mary sleeping around too??"

  "Yeah a couple of nights after that," I said taking a deep breath.

  "Y'all all nasty and gone catch AIDS. Did you think that your wife knew?"

  I ignored his comment and answered his question. "She did, when I didn't come up stairs after she said she was tired she came out to the guest house and saw Mary and I having drinks. That's really how things turned left.

  "Now we getting’ to the mutha fuckin meat and potatoes!!!!!!!!" Elijah yelled out.

  Chapter FIVE

  Detective Brown:

  "Have they read you your rights?" I asked Mr. Wallace's mother and brother.

  "Yes, and we don't need no lawyer to tell you what is happening." Mrs. Wallace said pulling her purse close to her.

  "Ma?" Mike Mr. Wallace twin brother said.

  "Don't you Ma me!!! I already done lost one son to this hoe I'm not about to lose another one!! Now you just set on back and let ya’ mama take care of this. Now Mr. Officer I know for a fact that woman had my sons set up, Sebastian didn't do nothing wrong other than marring that trailer trash hussy and having kids who I love deeply, with her."

  "Mrs. Wallace I understand your anger but..."

  "My boys are some good boys," she said pulling out a roll of toilet paper out her purse. "Some good boys and I will NOT stand by and let her tarnish The Wallace good name! My husband their father was a sorry ass sack of something, God rest his soul, but he made a name for himself and our family," she said wiping her face. "And I won't sit by and let someone being married into the family ruin that. That's not in my character," she said sitting upright.

  "If I could get a word in Mrs. Wallace," I asked.

  "By all means." she said dabbing her nose.

  "Did you know that Mike her was having sex with your daughter in law?"

  She looked at him then back at me, then looked at him then back at me.

  "Excuse me what?" she said sliding upward.

  "I asked did you...?”

  "I know what you said boy, excuse me." she said turning her attention to Mike then shifting her wig to scratch underneath it.

  "Now this man has got to be lying to me Michael James Wallace, he has got to be!" she yelled searching inside her purse.

  "He is Ma! Damn!" he responded sitting back. "That's why I said we need to get a lawyer!"

  "Don't you yell at me boy, you gone show some respect to me!" she yelled still looking.

  "Now Mrs. Wallace I don't know what you're searching for but..."

  "I tell you what I'm searching for! I'm gone show yo’ ass in just one second.

  I put my hand on my waistband where my gun and taser was because I started getting nervous, I didn't know what she was about to pull out of that big ass purse. "Now Mrs. Wallace I'm gone have to ask you calmly to pull your hand out of that bag."

  "For what hell? I ain't pulling my hand out until I find what I'm looking for," she said still looking down moving things around in her bag.

>   "Mrs. Wallace," I yelled standing up from my chair pulling out my taser.

  "Ma! Get yo’ hand out the got damn bag!"

  "Y’all, hold on one-second shit!" She said still rumbling through her stuff.

  "1...2...3..." I began to count pointing the taser at her.

  "Ma!" Mike yelled again.

  "Don't make me do this Mrs. Wallace, 4...5...6"

  "Ma!"

  "I found it" quickly she pulled out a red flask and unscrewed the top and took a swig then looked at us placing her right elbow on the table in front of her.

  "If you don't sit down and put that shit away you gone be in some trouble mister." she said taking another drink.

  "Mrs. Wallace you CAN NOT do shit like that in a police station, and if an officer asks you to pull your hand out of your got damn bag you do it!"

  She sat back pulled her neck in and took another drink, "how old are you?"

  "33," I said putting my taser back where it belonged.

  "I am 58 years old and I've seen more things than you could ever think of, the next time and I do mean the next time you or this boy here raise your voice in my direction I will whip yo’ ass I don't care who y'all think y'all are. I am the elder and I will be treated as such." she said crossing her right leg across her left. "And back to you, just like yo’ stupid ass daddy, may the good Lord bless him, you go and screw your brother's wife?? Ooh, I need a drank!" she said taking another sip from her flask.

  "Ma! It wasn't like that!" Mike said folding his arms.

  "Raise your voice at me one more time Michael! I swear!!"

  "Mrs. Wallace, we have proof," I said.

  "I wanna see it."

  I walked to the door and knocked and motioned for the same TV, they brought it into us and I pressed play. We sat there quietly watching the same video I showed earlier to Mr. Wallace then stopped it on the same part I stopped it before.

  "Oh Lord my heart, how could you do that to your own brother?? Like Cain and Abel... How could you do that Michael huh?"

  "Mama, I wasn't sleeping with her!!! And it’s not what it looks like at all!!! Detective Brown, you have got to believe me!! I wouldn't do that to my brother!! That hoe tried to set me up for this shit!! I wouldn't hurt my brother, not over no broad!!"