Bianca slides her hands down my arms before pushing against my chest and wiggling free from my hold.“I will cut the bitch.”
I’ve never seen Bianca mad and never heard her ready to throw down.I like this side of her.I like it a lot.
I grab her arm before she gets too far away.“Don’t, baby.She’s on her way out.She’s no one.”
Bianca narrows her eyes, and her stare turns icy cold.“That bitch,” she snaps and glares at my hand, “wrecked my car and called me a whore.That shit doesn’t go down without me having a few words.”
Where did this Bianca come from?The one I know, besides the minx who writes dirty-as-fuck words, is sometimes aggressive but never like this.
“So, you’d better get your hand off me and let me say my piece.”
“Just be careful.”I pull my hand away because this Bianca is a little scary.
I know enough not to fuck with a pissed-off woman.Daphne taught me that much.Hell, so did my mother.There are no two scarier people on the planet than them when there’s hell to pay.Now I can add Bianca to that list.
Tracie’s eyes are on Bianca as they march toward each other.I’m not far behind.If I have to, I’ll throw myself in the middle because there’s no way I’m letting my girl get hurt.
“You better wipe that smile off your face,” Bianca says to Tracie when they’re only a few feet apart.
Tracie laughs and comes to a stop in front of Bianca.“I may be leaving, but I’ll be back.We both know who he belongs to, whore.”
The bitch is clearly very delusional.I don’t know if there’s enough time in my life for her to get her shit sorted, no matter how fancy the clinic in Europe is.Sometimes crazy can’t be fixed.
Bianca’s entire posture changes, and I know what’s about to happen.I’ve seen it before.Been witness to so many girl-fights.This isn’t the first time women have fought over me, but this is the first time a girl I love is about to lay out another girl.
I reach for Bianca.I’m not worried about Tracie or my job, but for my girl’s safety, because sometimes sheer madness overrules power and sanity.I’m too late, though.
Tracie’s head snaps to the side as Bianca’s palm smashes into Tracie’s cheek.The crack echoes throughout the hallway.
Bianca steps forward, getting right in Tracie’s face.“He’s fucking mine, bitch.You come near me or mine again, and I’ll end you.”
I act fast, hauling Bianca backward and behind my back.
“Is there a problem?”Coach Malik says as he sticks his head out of the doorway of his office.His eyes move from me and Bianca to Tracie.
Tracie’s holding her face and staring at us like there’ll be hell to pay.“No problem at all, Malik,” Tracie says in an eerily calm voice.“I was just leaving.”
“Fucking right, you were,” Bianca whispers behind me.
“All good, sir.”I smile, but fuck, I’m so wound up right now, I’m liable to snap.
Malik doesn’t leave, though; he keeps his eyes trained on us as Tracie walks by me.I turn my body, protecting Bianca from whatever Tracie’s cooking up in that nutty brain of hers.
Tracie hums to herself as she saunters down the hallway like nothing happened.My eyes are on her, and so are Coach Malik’s and Bianca’s until Tracie pushes the door open and leaves the building.
I pull Bianca in front of me and grab her by the shoulders.“Where did that come from?”
She shrugs.“We all have a breaking point.”
“I just never knew you had it in you.”
“I’m sorry.I couldn’t stop myself.”
I wrap my arms around her and press her face into my chest.“Don’t apologize.That was hot.You love me.You love me fierce, baby.”I tangle my fingers in her hair, and I gently pull her head back to tip her eyes to me.“Don’t do that shit again, though.I’ve never hit a woman, but if she would’ve hurt you, I would’ve had to deal with her.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”There’s defiance in her voice and the way she points her chin upward a little.
“You’re my girl.It’s what I do.No one hurts you.”
