"Arcadio showed up at the restaurant last night when I was closing. The guy acting like his bodyguard, he called Panther got out with his gun ordering me to get in the truck."
Brice turned away from her and stopped holding her hand. Arcadio own a jeep, something not right. "Panther had to be working alone."
"Are you willing to hear what I have to say."
He drummed his fingers against the table. Why is she lying? "I'll listen."
"I got inside the truck and Arcadio had a brown bag over his head waiting for me," she said folding her arms tight. "He turned his gun to Panther's forehead, tapping the barrel against it."
"Arcadio drove around with his face covered."
"Ass, he had holes where his eyes were. He shot him in the head twice after what he said."
"What did he say?"
"He killed Shawn." She trembled. "I don't know I should be mad or satisfy that I watched justice carried out; his brain and blood soaking into the car interior."
"After this, he let you go?"
"I jumped out and ran to-"
"Why wouldn't he resisted or shoot back with his gun?"
"Maybe he was in shock like me over him being confronted about Shawn's murder."
"Hmm," Brice said strolling to the back door. "Where did you go?"
"Stop questioning me. I drove around."
"Do you plan to go to the police?"
"More questions, Brice," Yasmine said, twisting him to face her. "You don't believe me."
"No, I don't." Brice moved closer. " Arcadio has been dead since near three days. I know this not the first time you have lied. Our baby wasn't miscarried." Yasmine attempted to punched him. She held her hand as tears streamed down.
"Yes, I aborted our child because I love you. I couldn't have a child reminding me how much you tore me down as a woman."
"How do I know the child was mine?"
"In my heart, the baby was yours." Yasmine staggered away backwards out the house.
He remembered when his mother had slim to none money and she would struggle mending his clothes at night. She stuck herself every fourth stitches. The needle entered her finger deep before she noticed it there. Pulling the needle out, blood dropped from the area and she sucked it until it stopped. She should have let him do it or allowed him to wear them raggedy. No she took the pain and kept on going. He knew Yasmine wouldn't leave him. Her words had changed him. The women who he cared for wouldn't hurt themselves loving him anymore.
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