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When I returned back to my apartment I was livid! I stomped up the stairs and slammed my door closed before throwing my purse on the ground. Who did that bitch think that she was to attack me over some dick? I didn’t know it was her sister’s husband and that wouldn’t have changed anything. Money over bitches all day!
I rushed to the bathroom to assess the damage to my face; there wasn’t much. My lip was busted and I had minor scratches. All of these things could be covered by make-up so I wasn’t tripping. In fact, I felt great knowing that I won the fight. I’m pissed that she snuck up on me, though! I should have been given the opportunity to whip out Betty, my trusted switchblade.
After cleaning my face and icing my lip, I began to grow sleepy. It was late or extremely early, depending on who you asked. I settled into my bed and placed my phone on the charger, but I was still pissed at Skye for trying me. That bitch had no right to come for me, especially not in public.
I decided to send her a quick text message that read:
Me: Bitch, when I see you in the street, I got something for that ass!
Once sending that threat that I swore I would live up to, I blocked her number. That hoe won’t get a chance to respond nor will she see me coming. I will sneak her ass just like she snuck me.
As I drifted off to sleep I received a phone call from Ty. I hit ignore on his call. I didn’t feel like dealing with his ass. He was messy but he kept calling.
“What in the fuck do you want?!” I yelled when I answered.
“I just wanted to apologize about tonight. I had no idea my wife’s sister would be there. I’m sorry she attacked you. I wanted to know if you got home safely.”
“Nigga, I’m safe. But I gotta go. I can’t fuck with you any more. Bye.” I hung up. Tomorrow morning, I’d call Chop and let him know he can keep his fucking money.
B ANG BANG !
I was startled by boisterous knocking on my door. I was convinced that it was the police by the sound of it. I jumped out of bed and rushed to put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. When I looked through the peephole, it was Chop’s ass.
“Nigga, what do you want?” I asked when I opened the door, looking at him square in the face.
“Your face doesn’t look that bad,” he quipped as he eyed me up and down before pushing himself through the front door.
“Get out of my house! I didn’t invite you in,” I snapped.
“It’s funny to see you dressed like this. Any other time you look like you’re ready to go to the club. But you’re still cute.”
“Nigga, did you hear what I just said? Why are you here?”
“I came to check up on you after that fight you had last night?”
“How did you know about that fight?” I asked, looking at him suspiciously.
“Red Room is in my network of places that I run. That’s how I know. I saw that shit got pretty bad for you. I just wanted to know if you were okay?”
“Then if you saw what happened you would know that I’m fine. Maybe you should check on the other bitch!”
“She isn’t my employee. You are.” He smirked before casually leaning against my stainless steel refrigerator.
“I am not your fuckin’ employee. I didn’t sign a contract and you don’t give me any benefits. Besides, I’m done. I’m not messing around with Ty. That nigga is messy,” I stated as I shooed him from in front of my fridge. I reached in and grabbed a bottle of water and opened to take a sip.
Chop chuckled at my response as if he didn’t believe me. But that was up to him not to believe me. I needed to get back with Xavier or find a new nigga, because messing with Ty was going to be too much of a challenge. I don’t like to work hard. And that nigga would be like a full time job, especially if Skye pops up again.
Out of nowhere, he rushed me, wrapped his hand around my neck, and pushed me into a wall, forcing the bottle of water out of my hand and onto the floor. His fingers squeezed so tight around my neck that I couldn’t breathe.
“Bitch, I’m going to say this to you only once. Don’t fucking misconstrue what I am telling you. You are still my fuckin’ employee until I decide we’re through. You will call Tyriq and start seeing him again. And you will get the information that I need you to get. Got that?” he asked with an evil glare in his eyes.
He released me so that he could hear my response.
“Yeah, I got that,” I breathed as he stepped towards the door to leave.
“But when my brother gets out, you know what time it is!” I yelled after him.
“Silly hoe. You haven’t realized that your brother is dead by now?” He laughed before walking out the front door.
But I didn’t believe him. I knew that my brother was alive. I could feel it in my heart. Besides, the prison would have told us if he died. Wouldn’t they?