“Because he’s a wild card. I look in his eyes and see nothing but crazy. He’s going to abuse you if you don't walk away.”
Douglas pointed his fork at Enya. “You see, that’s the angle we can use. I’ll go to Devyn and explain to him that Lo is abusive. Bria will confirm and a divorce will be granted.”
Bria couldn’t believe how casually he had stated that lie. Lo had been many things. Deranged at times, stubborn and a loose cannon, but he had never put his hands on her.
“Wait a minute,” Cecilia intervened. “I hope y’all aren’t talking about lying on him. That would be ridiculous.”
“No one’s lying. He made Bria sit and watch him torture Dough,” Enya revealed.
“Enya!” Cali chastised her. “What the fuck?”
“He did what?” Douglas’ voice boomed.
“You bitch! This is why I don't fuck with you now ‘cause you run your got damn mouth too much!” Bria bellowed.
“What the hell did he do?” Douglas asked again with even more bass in his tone.
Bria was tired of hiding her sins. She’d played the good girl role long enough and was ready to shed that image and live life like she wanted.
“Yeah, he tortured Dough because I cheated on Lo. There you have it. I did something really fucked up.”
“Bria,” Cecilia groaned in a disapproving tone. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I was unfulfilled. Oh, and Lo was not my first lover. I gave my virginity to Dough, too.”
Douglas sat back in his seat, staring at her with eyes so cold they caused chills to surface on her skin.
“So, you lied about saving yourself for marriage?”
“I did,” she responded with so much arrogance.
“Bria, what has gotten into you? You cheated on your husband, and you gave your virginity up before marriage. Why not be honest?” Cecilia interrogated her.
“Y’all gotta stop acting like y’all have never done anything wrong in life,” Cali spat. “This is the real world. People change their minds about things. There’s no need to beat Bria up for it.”
“She lied to me!” Douglas yelled. “She was supposed to save herself for marriage. I can’t believe you didn’t keep your promise to me, Bria. I’m so disappointed in you.”
“Who cares?” she snapped. “You ain't got no room to be casting disappointment over anyone when you're in The Mob. Miss me with your judgements.”
“You need to watch your mouth,” Enya shot.
Bria angled her head. “Oh, Dad, you know I’m not the only one who didn’t save myself for marriage. Did you know Enya was having sex with your right-hand man when she was underage?”
“Oh, my God,” Cali whispered before covering her mouth with her hand.
“Excuse me?” Cecilia sneered.
Enya’s mouth gaped as her gaze bounced from Douglas to Cecilia. Bria had kept her sister’s secret for years, promising not to tell a soul. Somehow, Enya had forgotten how she used to get down before she got married. She was sneaky, conniving, and had an illicit affair with someone who was ten years her senior. Normally, she would never disrespect the sister code, butBria was tired of Enya running her mouth when she had so many bones inside her closet.
“Who the fuck was it, Enya? Was it Tommy? Huh?”
The sprinklers had activated in Enya’s eyes as they seared into Bria. “You're a fucking bitch!”
She winked at her. “Now, I have company in the room of shame. Stop running your mouth about my business now.”
“Who was it!” Douglas shouted, rising from his seat.
“Dad, please,” Enya cried.
