“Fuck you doing with bags?” Isa asked.

“Leaving,” she answered curtly.

“Man, stop playing, yo,” Isa said. “Fuck you got bags for?”

She went to walk around him, and Isa grabbed her wrist. Aria dropped the bag to free one of her hands, and before she could stop herself, she swung. “Don’t touch me!” she shouted.

Isa jumped hard from the blow to the side of his head. Then he touched his ear in shock. “What the fuck wrong with yo’ crazy ass?” he shouted.

“You!” Aria screamed. “I’m done!”

“You done?” Isa asked.

“That’s what the fuck I said, nigga. Done with all this shit,” Aria said.

Isa scooped her, picking her up.

“Put me down before I beat your ass, Isa!” she screamed. “You just dumb disrespectful. It doesn’t get no more disrespectful than you. You bringing bitches to our house while I’m asleep? You that fucking dirty, I can’t even close my eyes without worrying about you and some ho!”

Aria was flung over his shoulder as he turned the corner to their room, knocking her head against the wall from the change of direction.

“Ow!” Aria shouted as she hit him again, this time aiming for his back as she kicked her feet. “Put me down, Isa!”

They were back in the bedroom, and Isa flung her onto the bed before yanking one ankle and then quickly restraining her with a cuff. Ankle to bed frame, she was trapped.

Aria kicked at the bed. “Give me the key, Isa! I’m not playing.”

Isa stood in front of her, playing in his chin hair with one hand as the other arm crossed his chest. “You’re a fucking nut, you know that?” he stated. He winced as he scratched the top of his head.

“Did you or did you not have a bitch pull up to this house while I was asleep? I’m not this girl, Isa. I’m not the one to forgive bullshit time and time again. I’m Left Eye, nigga. I’m going to geek out on you, and one of us will end up hurt behind you fucking these random-ass, dusty-ass, put-five-dollars-in-my-tank-ass hoes!” Aria shouted as she kicked the bed frame again in frustration. “So before that happens, I’m just going to let this go.”

“I’m not fucking nobody, man,” he stated. “You stay tripping.”

“I heard her, Isa!”

“You ain’t hear shit. You assuming. Making an ass out ya’self,” he shot back. “I told you I was gon’ be straight up with you, Ali. If I ain’t got my word, what I got?”

“You’re just like a nigga. You want me to trust your word over my eyes, over my ears. My intuition has never lied to me; I’ma trust that,” Aria snapped. She kicked the bed frame again, and the cuffs rattled. “Now let me go!”