A/N:Mild Violence in this chapter.
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John’s brown eyes went wide as he looked from Justin to Irish. “What the fuck?” He yelled as he pushed passed them

and walked into the apartment. “Hey, man don’t push her!” Justin yelled back as he held Irish’s shoulders. John spun

around as his thick dreads flew in his face. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Justin let her go and stepped up to John and met his stare. “Push back.” He calmly stated.

John stood at eye level with Justin. He even matched him weight and muscle for muscle. They both stepped back and

took each other in wondered what Irish saw in the other.


Irish inhaled and exhaled deeply before stepping between them. She placed a hand on John’s chest then her other on

Justin’s. “Look, I don’t need this shit! No stress! I don’t really need either one of you. Shani and I will be fine.”

John’s face softened as he heard her say a name. “Shani? You named the baby?” Irish smiled and held her stomach.

“Yes, John. Meet Shani Chantal. Justin and I had named her awhile ago.”

“What? I had been there for you since the beginning. And when you find out that this fake me out, fucked up, wanna

be R& B star is the daddy I get kicked aside?” John asked her as he got in her face. Justin stepped in front of her and
made John focus on him. “Who the fuck you calling fake me out, fucked up, and wanna be? You better step off!”

“No, John. I always knew he was the father.” She stood her ground and confessed.

John’s dark skin began to heat up as reached around and grabbed her wrist. “What the hell? You knew! We had sex!”

Irish held her head up more as she admitted the truth. “We were drunk, but you passed out as you kissed me and I put

you under the covers and I put my clothes back on and then went to sleep. When I went to the doctor, because I felt I sick and I was told I was pregnant, I knew who the daddy was. I couldn’t lie to you anymore once I got back the sonogram.” She tried to caress his face. “I saved his life and we fell in love after you and I ended. Once he got his memory back, I knew he had to go back to my life and I needed to go back to mine. But I didn’t have much of one. So,
I looked you up and the rest is you know.”

John gripped tighter as he heard each word. He jerked her to him and began to grit his teeth. “You bitch! You led my

ass on. To pass off your bastard mutt baby on me!” He looked at her as he spit on her before punching her in the face.

Justin grew red as he pulled Irish away and pushed John over and over in the chest until he was backed up to the wall. “Look, muthafucka I told you to keep your damn hands off of her. That is the mother of MY CHILD!”

Irish held her face as she screamed. “Justin! No, your career!”

John sneered at Justin. “Yeah, wigga your career.”

Justin looked back at Irish and then back to John as he pulled out his phone. “Hey, C. Where are you? Okay, can you come to 3241 Steel hand Road. Apartment B. It’s Irish’s place. Five minutes. Cool. Bye.”


“Hey if you need your lover to fight your battles then bring him on. If not, I gotta go.” John rolls his eyes before looking at Irish. “You, I’ll deal with you later.”

Justin gave a sarcastic laugh as he used his fist to push John back into the wall. “No, you’re staying here. My friend should be here in a minute. While we wait, I have the floor!” Justin began to get heated even more. “That woman saved my life, when she didn’t have to. She taught me who I really was when she could have said anything. I don’t know why she and you ended or why she was at the cabin when she was, but I am so glad. And yes, we did get close. And I fell in love with her and wanted to be with her.”


Right then there was a knock at the door. Irish hurried to the door. There she saw JC’s smile fall as he looked at her face. He walked in to see Justin had someone pinned against the wall. JC’s brain was working fast as he moved to Justin.

“Jay, whatever he did. Let’s handle this legal and shit. You don’t need to go to jail. Your Mom can’t take that. She just got you back.” JC reasoned with him.

Justin smiled at JC as he went back to talking to John. “As I was saying, Irish loves me too. But she sacrificed it to let me go back home. And then came back to your sorry ass. Now, I’m not a genius ,but something tells me your punk ass is the reason she was holed up in a cabin far away in a blizzard.”

John got bold and grabbed Justin’s shirt. “So, the fuck what? She whined and shit cause she came home early and caught me fucking her best friend. I mean I had her feet against the-.” Justin cut him off.

“And that is why my friend is here. He’s a witness.”

“A witness to what, me getting loose form your grip and kicking your ass. Then he’s gonna watch me beat that black bit-.”

The sudden force of Justin’s free hand, formed into a fist, cut off John voice. It slammed against his chin. Then pulled back to slam into eye. Justin stopped and had John at him with the eye he could still see out of. “That was for Irish. And this is for my baby.” Justin gets a good hit in John’s nose before letting him go.

John slid down the wall ,trying to recover from the immense pain. Justin turned around and face JC. “I needed a

witness to me kicking his ass for attacking her.” JC just nodded as he called the police. He then went to Irish

and removed her hand from her face. He winced at the swelling that took form . He quietly took her to the couch and

held her hand as they waited on the cops. They both looked at each other as she knew she had a lot more to confess.