When the girltouchedhim, her insecurities flew out the window, and she saw red. Glimmer wasn’t really one to get mad, but at that moment, she felt way past mad. She felt rage pouring out of her pores. She didn’t even realize she had gotten up until she was only a few feet from Gideon.
Without thinking, she snatched the girl back by her mop of curly hair. “Is there a reason you got your hands on my husband, bitch?”
Glimmer stared down at the woman as she held her head back by her hair.
“I didn’t even know he was married. Let me the fuck go.” The woman wiggled to get free. Glimmer watched in amusement as the queens appeared at her side.
“What the fuck is going on?” Deja asked. She was the one always with the shits. When they were young, Deja got into more fights than Haze, which was not an easy feat. It also meant Glimmer and Kyomi had to fight if other bitches jumped in. Deja got them into more trouble than Glimmer could possibly remember.
Glimmer ignored Deja and looked at Gideon. “You ain’t tell her you were married?”
He looked just as amused as she just was when she looked at the woman. Now her expression soured as she watched him get a kick out of this. This side of Glimmer rarely ever came out. In fact, the last time she was like this was in high school, and it was behind some girl bullying Kyomi. There was no doubt in her mind that the liquor played a major role in how she acted at the moment.
“I ain’t get the chance.” Gideon responded coolly as he watched her.
Glimmer grunted and looked back at the girl who squirmed in her grasp. She angled the girl’s head and forced her to look at Gideon’s hand. “You don’t see that ring on his finger?”
“I do now,” the girl said through gritted teeth.
“Look harder next time.” Glimmer shoved the woman’s head away, which caused her to stumble toward Gideon.
Glimmer knew he was a smart man, because instead of catching the woman, he took a side step and allowed her to fall. Glimmer beamed. Yeah, the liquor had definitely got to her. The smile fell off her face when she noticed the woman charging for her.
“Bitch, yo’ mama ain’t ever taught you it’s a punk bitch move to sneak attack someone?”
Glimmer squared up and socked the bitch in the face. The girl was relentless though. She swung, but Glimmer moved out of the way. The training her daddy, Big Henry, and Haze put her, Kyomi, and Deja through back in the day definitely paid off. It always did when she had to teach a bitch a lesson.
Gideon must not have gotten the memo that she could handle herself though. He scooped Glimmer up before she could really give it to the bitch good and put her over his shoulder.
“Hey! Put me down,” Glimmer shouted as he carried her away from the girl who was now getting stomped on by the queens.
The vibrations from Gideon’s chuckles only irritated her further, but she refrained from saying anything else. She knew Gideon well enough now to know that he only listened when he wanted to.
He was the most attentive man she had ever met.
He had super-human hearing and comprehended things very well, which made him a great listener.
He loved to please people.
But when he had his mind made up, he could be so damn stubborn. She’d found that out when she wanted to stop taking the medication the doctor prescribed her for her ankle and all the small cuts on her feet. They were pain medications and antibiotics, but she didn’t like the way they made her feel. Gideon heard her, he understood her, but he refused to budge on allowing her to stop taking them.
He’d won that fight, but she wasn’t sure he would win this one. She didn’t really appreciate him picking her up like a damn rag doll just when she was about to get in her element and mop the cement with that woman’s face.
When he finally put her down, they stood right next to his bike. Glimmer crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, still refusing to say a word to him.
“Put this on, Mike.” He handed her the helmet he’d gotten customized for her.
She took it from him with a frown. “Mike?”
“Tyson.” He cheesed down at her, which caused her frown to deepen.
“You’re not funny, you know?” She slid the helmet on and immediately hated the way it felt on her head now that she had some liquor in her system. It disoriented her, but Gideon was right there to steady her.
“I think I’m hilarious. You good to ride?”
“Depends on where you’re taking me,” she snapped as she flipped the visor on her helmet.
“Home.”
