“I don’t give a fuck what you call it let me out.”
“The fuck you on about?” Mak breathily barked.
“Man, nothing. I just… I need out.” I wrapped my knuckles against the window and Debi swerved and swiveled in her seat. “Fuck you. Don’t think I’m gonna put up with you pounding on my shit.”
“Not pounding on nothing.” I grabbed the doorhandle, but it didn’t budge. “Put the car in park.”
“Apologize,” Debi demanded.
I slapped at the door panel in search of an unlock button. I didn’t know when the last time I was in the back of a van was.
“Hey!” Debi snapped, taking a swat at me.
“Deb, don’t!” Kindra pleaded.
“Open the fuckin’ door,” I growled.
“Make me,” Debi bobbled her head, when I turned to face her.
I wasn’t violent toward ladies, but this one was really stretching the definition.
“Open the goddamn door, before I rock that fat head of yours off the glass, take your keys and leave your friends looking for them in that fuckin’ field, across the street, Deborah.”
She hurriedly punched a button on the driver’s door and I threw the back sliding door open and stepped out.
“No, wait…” Tonya whined, alerting me to the fact that Mak was on my heels.
“Eh, just a second, sweetheart.” Mak called back to Debi, while grabbing at my arm.
I jerked away and rounded on him, “Get in the car, and go do your thing.”
“Man, come on! I get it, the little blonde already made you bust a nut and that one don’t really compare, but fuck… Do you really need to be a cockblock right now?”
“Do I really need to hold your dick while she sucks it?” I hissed back, hoping that would shut him up.
“Man, whatever. You’re being lame as fuck right now. A cockblock,” he sneered, in that petty way.
Mak was good at pressuring people, but I was a little immune to it after all these years.
“Yep. I’m a cockblock.” I accepted his bullshit, opening my arms out like I welcomed the attack. “Anything else? Your chariot is getting tired of waiting.”
“Yeah, you’re a greedy fuckin’ bitch.”
Whatever amusement I had left, fell from my face when I heard the girls whispering in the van. This was why I hated him on coke.
I sniffed and shifted my weight, fully prepared to walk my ass back to the Last Stand. He shoulder-checked me on the way past and scoffed like I was the world’s biggest pussy.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spat, under my breath.
“If I’dda known I was riding with a bitch beside me along with the one at my back all these years…”
“Oh. My. God.” I heard Tonya quietly exclaim from the van.
“It’s funny you should remember that bitch at your back right now. You act like you don’t have a whole wife waiting back home, grow the fuck up.”
His eyes flashed and even if he was a foot shorter than me, that bastard swung with everything he had. He might not have seemed like much, but he was as mean as they come. He packed a punch with years of hate behind it.
I saw stars that faded at about the same time that my disbelief did. I spat blood and stared at him like he’d lost his mind. It was damn near a death sentence to brawl with brothers. Everyone knew it was a date with Big Vick, if it came to that.
