Kay’Lo faced him again. “You need to check yo’ fuckin’ wife. Because she got my whole household flipped upside down.”
Pressure stepped forward with this slow, heavy walk like he was picking which part of Kay’Lo to hurt first. “You not about to stand in my kitchen yellin’ at her. I don’t give a fuck what y’all got goin’ on.”
Kay’Lo shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck about none of that. She ain’t have the right to speak on shit I got goin’ on, and you know it.”
Renza came rushing in from the living room, already loud. “Man, what the hell y’all doin’? I’m tryna watch the damn game. Who yellin’ like this?”
Nobody answered him because Kay’Lo and Pressure were now chest to chest.
Pressure said, “Lower your voice talkin to my fuckin’ wife, ‘Lo.”
Kay’Lo shot back, “You let her talk too much. You let her do what the fuck she want. Now look.”
“Kay’Lo,” Renza said with his hands up, “come on nigga, let’s chill. Let’s talk like niggas with sense. This ain’t the–”
Kay’Lo cut him off. “I ain’t talkin to you, nigga.”
Renza blinked. “Fuck you then, boy.”
Pressure cocked his head, his eyes narrowing. “Say somethin’ else out ya mouth about my wife. I’m really warnin’ you, nigga.”
Kay’Lo leaned in. “You warnin’ the wrong nigga. You need to warn her ‘cause she so far in my fuckin’ business she forgot how to shut the fuck up.”
Pressure inhaled slow. “Okay. Now you gotta go to sleep.”
Kay’Lo didn’t even have time to react.
Pressure swung so fast all I heard was a thud. Kay’Lo dropped hard as hell on the floor.
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed, covering my mouth.
Renza stumbled back, staring wide-eyed. “Nigga. Did you… did you just knock out Kay’Lo? Kay’Lo Mensah? Bruh…
Pressure looked down at his cousin on the floor, shaking his head slowly like he already regretted it but wasn’t about to say it out loud.
Renza pointed dramatically. “Aye, listen. If you know like I know, you ain’t gon’ let this crazy muthafucka wake up in this kitchen. Drag his ass somewhere else before he come back swingin’.”
Pressure snapped out of it. “A’ight, come on.”
They each grabbed an arm and started hauling Kay’Lo toward the front door, but Renza was strugglin’.
“Damn,” Renza complained, “why this nigga built like a damn pitbull? Pressure, lift yo’ side more, my shoulder burnin’.”
Pressure muttered, “Shut up and walk.”
They dragged Kay’Lo outside and sat him upright in the driveway. Renza leaned over him breathing hard.
“Aye,” he said, his hands on his knees, “this man gon’ wake up on demon time.”
Pressure wiped his forehead. “Oh well.”
They walked back in, closed the door and leaned against it catching their breath. I was still in shock.
A few minutes passed, long enough for us to think maybe Kay’Lo was gon’ sleep that knockout off like a normal person.
Then it happened…
A loud crack split through the air, sharp enough to make my whole body jump. Then another one followed, and another, until the sounds were rolling across the driveway like fireworks from hell.
