Tall Red Dude With Tattoos 2

Krissy

Halo looked up from her phone and it dropped to the table. “Joker!”

My brows dipped, and I released his hand, stepping away from him. “Huh?”

was the only thing that could escape my lips.

“This is Joker!”

Halo shot back and bolted to her feet so fast the table rocked. With how loud she was, I was certain that everyone was looking on by now.

“Wait, let me explain,”

he said, and she shoved him hard in the chest.

“You fucking liar!”

Tears streaked her cheeks. “How could you! I explain my pain to you and then you come along and hurt me ten times worse! What kind of monster are you!”

“Look, shawty, I know you’re feeling betrayed and shit, but you gon’ have to calm down so I can explain shit to you.”

“You better get to explaining something, Bronx, Knox, Joker… whatever the hell your name is,”

I told him with my arms folded over my chest. He was two point five seconds away from getting stabbed in the face with a knife off one of the tables playing with us.

“I ain’t Joker. I’m Bronx. His twin brother.”

“That’s a lie. Joker ain’t told me nothing about having no twin brother. I’on know why you’re playing with me right now when you’re already in the dog house.”

Halo grabbed her phone from the table and the screen lit up as she swiped. Seconds later, she placed it to her ear. “Take your phone off silent because I’m calling it,” she said to him.

“It ain’t on silent.”

“Show me.”

I was flabbergasted. Ain’t no way me and my best friend fell for the same man. I should’ve known that it was too good to be true. Bronx has turned out to be everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. No way he was gon’ check off all the boxes and nothing be wrong with him. I should’ve known that something wasn’t right when he always hit me with the bullshit about him having to go out of town for work all the time. My ass was the side bitch to my best friend’s man. Eww.

Bronx removed his phone from his pocket and showed it to her. “That’s not your phone. Where you get that phone from? You got two phones and been hiding that one so you can be sneaky? I never seen that case before.”

She hit him with question after question.

“This is my phone. I keep telling you that I’m not Joker. You not gon’ believe me though. Hold up,”

he said and strolled off, leaving both of us standing there gazing at each other. I racked my brain in search of something to say to my best friend.

“I’m so sorry, Halo. I promise I didn’t know. He never told me anything about him being a twin either. You’d think that’s something someone tells you, especially if they are identical.”

“I don’t believe the shit. He’s trying to play us for dummies and I ain’t going for it. Something told me not to fall for this damn man.”

She slumped into her chair. Tears still streaming down her cheeks. “He’s nothing but a liar.”

My eyes shifted over to Bronx who stood by the entrance with his phone up to his ear. “I just can’t believe this,”

I said and slid into my seat.

Bronx stepped through the door and it was then that I knew the nigga was lying and probably about to make a run for it.

“How did we just get played like this?”

I questioned Halo as she gazed into space. It was fucked up on my end, but she had it worse. Joker had been around her child, and she was carrying his baby. He’d broken the wall down around her heart just to hurt her even worse than anyone else has in her life.

“Let’s just go,”

she finally spoke and gathered her things. I reached into my purse, pulled out my wallet, and grabbed two twenties out of it and then tossed them onto the table.

We treaded toward the door. I saw Bronx standing outside by his Range Rover. He eased his phone into his pocket when he saw us exiting the building. “Where y’all going?”

he approached me and asked.

“We’re going home. We don’t have time for this foolishness.”

“Joker on the way. If y’all just give him time to get here, we can explain everything.”

“Oh my God!”

Halo stopped in her tracks and spun on her heels. “You are Joker!” Her eyes bulged from their sockets as her hands tossed up into the air. “I wish you would just admit that you played both of us and leave us alone.” Her arms folded over her chest. Just as she said that, a black Tahoe pulled into the parking lot.

The passenger door opened on the truck. My mouth dropped to the ground when I saw who stepped out of it.

My eyes went from him to Bronx. I was in disbelief. Tapping Halo on the shoulder, I nodded toward the truck. She turned and said, “What the fuck.”