Page 21 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“I didn’t know shit.” I spat. “Yeah my daddy is the FBI but I didn’t have shit to do with that.”

His grip tightened around my shirt. “So Deuce just happens to get locked up right after your crazy ass walked into that baby shower being messy?”

I stared at him. “That ain’t got nothing to do with me.”

“You sure?” He asked.

“Yes!”

He shoved me back against the wall again. “Because right now, you’re the only person that makes sense.”

Tears filled my eyes. “I love Deuce.”

“Here you go with that shit.” He replied while shaking his head.

“I do!”

“That’s all you got to say?” He shook his head again. “You know what I think?”

I didn’t answer.

“I think your ass has been feeding your daddy information.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“I swear to God, I ain’t told my daddy nothing.”

“Then how the fuck did the Feds know enough to grab Deuce?”

“I don’t know!”

“Exactly.” He stared at me. “You don’t know.”

“I don’t know.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

I started crying. “Rell, I swear…”

He finally let go of my shirt. I stumbled forward and caught myself against the couch. He pointed at me. “You better start telling the truth.”

“I am!”

“You know what’s at stake?” He yelled.

“Yes.”

“No, you don’t.” He paced across my living room. “Deuce in jail means everybody around him gotta watch their back. My name connected to that shit. You think I’m about to sit around and wait for the Feds to come knocking on my door too?”

I wiped my face. “I didn’t do anything.”

Rell stopped walking. “You did enough.”

I frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means you walked into that baby shower knowing damn well you weren’t wanted.”