Ian's POV
Shirley Ceaser's I Remember Mama was being blasted from the sound system as Abigail and I step into the congested yard that seems to accumulate with more people in the time we were at her place. I held her hand as we walk towards the steps that lead up to the house where I intend to find Leslie then leave.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder as I made to climb the steps. My head snaps around to see who it was my dark eyes blaze when they met equally dark ones.

Leslie POV
I took deep breaths hoping it would help me to regain my composer but every part of my body felt weak. I lean into the body that was taking me from where I was slump on the floor. I felt my head began to pound and tension began to build between my eyes. When I was gently placed on a bed I curl up lost in the pain that seems to rip me further every time I breathe.

"Oh baby girl," a voice said as warm fingers wipe away tears I did not know I was crying. "I'm so sorry but you should know the truth."

Sobs shook my body as I rose from the bed and hug Kameel tears streaming down my cheeks like a busted dam. I felt his strong arms enclose me and I lose myself in his embrace. He was always there when I needed him; my dear childhood friend.

Daniel's POV
I was returning to the house with Estelle when I saw Ian reach the step as we did. I realize he did not see us so I reach out and held his shoulder to still his progress up the steps and alert him of my presence. I was not surprised by his cold hard eyes that stare at me when he realizes I was the one who stopped him.

He looks to Estelle behind me then back at me his eyes dripping venom but all he did was shrug my hand from his shoulder and continue up the steps with the woman who stares back at me before she continues with him up the steps.

"Ian!" I call and quickly follow behind him.

"Dan, no." I heard Estelle call but I ignore her and continue after Ian.

Estelle POV
Earlier when we had left the room to go in search of Ian, as Dan had made me aware that the person who had open the door on us was his brother-in-law, I knew that my getting close to him was push aside as his sole purpose was to find his wife or Ian.

My earlier sense of elation at how it had all played out with Leslie's brother seeing us alone in the room huddled together wash away as I walk with him to his car where he stood impatiently as he calls Leslie's phone then Ian's.

I watch as he swore under his breath and dial both numbers simultaneously but it resulted in them still not picking up. He hit the roof of the car in frustration and anger and I made to soothe him by reaching for him but he then swung around flinging the malta he held to the ground in further frustration.

"Fuck!," he swore as the bottle shatter and the dark liquid foam on the road. "I should not have come here!"

"Dan," I said trying to talk to him but it was like I was not there. He was marching back to the house before I could say anything to him.

I rush to follow him his purposeful strides taking him faster as I made haste to follow, I caught up with him as he and the guy call Ian approach the steps to the house almost at once.

I felt the fire that blazes from Ian when he saw that it was Dan who held onto his shoulder, I watch as Dan physically prepared himself for any negative reaction he could be faced with but much to my surprise the younger man just shrug Dan's hand away and continue up the steps.

I call to Dan again but it was as if I was still not there. I curse under my breath as I saw my triumph turn to defeat. I was looking at a sure loss but as I went inside my anger boiling I was to be faced with what I consider a prospective outcome.

Kameel's POV
I held unto Leslie as she cries her body rocking with sobs as she grips unto to me. I know I should feel low for using pain to get my way with her, but he is a man that needs to build a bridge and he was going to use the material handed to him, and Muggy blesses his loyal heart did just that.

I soothe her pulling her body closer into mine as I inhale the sweet floral scent of her. She fit so well into my body I thought as I ran my hand up and down her back with my face resting on hers perfectly. I like the way her petite frame molded into me and I had to fight the urge to run my hand down to her shapely butt and press her into my now wanting dick.

I held her until I felt her sobs turn to sniffs and she just nestled against me sad and dejected. I wait for her to react. I was secretly rejoicing when she did not pull completely from my embrace when she raises her head and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

"What can I do for you?" I ask her encircling her waist with my hands.

"I need to find Ian I want to go home," she said looking at me her face a tear streak mask of sadness.

"How about I take you?"

"No," she said shaking her head, "I couldn't take you away from your get-together."

"Les you're my friend and friends don't leave each other hanging and it's been a long time since I have taken care of you."

She sighs and rest her head down on my shoulder and said "I guess your shoulders were meant to be my shoulders to cry on, can you imagine years later am still bawling my eyes out on them."

"I wish I could have you resting your head upon them as I hold you close all the time," I whisper to her softly.

I watch as she raises her head and looks at me with sad eyes a bittersweet smile on her lips, she reaches a hand up and caresses my cheek my eyes lock with hers mine burning with my desire for her. I made to lean in and kiss her when I hear the door open and I look to see four pairs of eyes staring at us.

I stared only at one and I sent him a challenging look mix with a look of triumph. I have been waiting for such a long time to knock Daniel down a notch or two but from the look on his face, I saw I knock him more than a few notches and off his pedestal too.

Daniel's POV
I was not seeing right. I was not staring at Leslie being held in Kameel's arms. There was no way Kameel was holding unto my wife like she was his property. This was just my mind playing tricks on me.

I was still following Ian hell-bent on finding out where Leslie was seeing she was not answering her phone.

Ian was talking to a vibrant girl with pink braids. She handed him a cup and told him where to find Leslie and to tell her she was sorry she had not returned as plan; she got caught up in serving food to the throng of people who were now descending into the house seeking food and beverages. He took the cup with a polite nod telling her he would relay the message.

He was now going through an open arch that leads into a spacious dining room where he made for the door on the left and open it with his companion, Estelle, and I following closely behind.

I was still by the step with Ian staring at me with blatant distaste. They were surely not seeing Leslie in Kameel's embrace and her looking up at him with mild adoration.

I would have gladly admitted that was what was happening if Kameel was not staring at me with a look of triumph and a challenging smirk upon his lips that seem inches apart from Leslie's just a few seconds ago.

I could not tell if it was anger, jealously, or shame that had me storming over to Leslie and Kameel but I knew when I sent my fist square in his jaw after pulling Leslie from his embrace and barging with her from the room I was a walking six feet five inches tower of boiling rage.

I did not look back to see that my action had caused the cup of soup Ian held went flying in Estelle's chest when I bounce Ian to get to Kameel or the oddly satisfying look in Leslie's eyes as she saw Estelle shriek in shock and discomfort.

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Who deh yah...🙄

So Estelle and Kameel did not get their way tonight, but I wonder if they're stupid enough to try again or lap their tails and hit the sidewalk...well let us move on.

Am liking the spilled soup...was thinking yuh fucka yuh...🤣🤣🤣🤣 and that punch... serve yuh right 😂😂😂

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