“You should’ve told me you needed dick that bad and I would’ve given you more,” mocks Maverick.
“What’s he talking about, Cocoa? Who the fuck is Jake?” asks Saint.
“Why don’t you tell him what I’m talking about, Cocoa?”
I can’t believe he’s doing this shit here. What is he expecting to achieve?
“This isn’t the time or the place for this conversation,” I say to Maverick.
I see Lo slipping brass knuckles on both of her hands. She never leaves home without them. If Lo starts punching motherfuckers, it’s a done deal. I have to diffuse this situation.
“I say it’s the perfect time and place.”
“People are recording,” I whisper, hoping to dissuade him from continuing this argument.
He looks around and notices, too. He grabs my wrist, pulling me to follow behind him. Saint snatches me back and then punches Maverick in the face.
Shit just hit the fucking fan.
That soft-ass punch barely registers on my radar. I elbow this bastard in the face, one shot to the stomach, another to the ribs, and an uppercut to the face, and then this little bitch is out for the count. I turn from his limp form to find pandemonium. I hear sirens in the distance. Someone must’ve called the police at the start of the confrontation. Cocoa’s friend is holding her own, knocking motherfuckers out left and right. Nix squares off against Cocoa’s other friend. He doesn’t go down so easy; he’s giving Nix as good as he gets.
Victoria, Rebecca, and Lori are ganging up on Cocoa, but she’s handling her own. Jamal is trying to protect her. Kate is on Ted’s back, biting his ear, and Lucy is biting his arm. Dee is attempting to pry Kate from Ted’s back. It looks like World War III out here. I walk over to Cocoa, pulling the girls off her. I throw Cocoa over my shoulder. She begins beating against my back with her fists.
“Put me down!” she shouts.
“Dee and Nix, let’s go,” I shout as I run towards the exit.
When we get to my jeep I shout to Dee, “drive, go to your house.”
When Maverick throws me in the back seat, I turn on my stomach, crawling to the other end and open the door with every intention of getting the hell out of there. Maverick climbs over me and closes the door then flips me onto my back before settling between my legs. I hear the roar of the engine, and then we’re moving.
I slap his face twice, but then he takes both of my wrists, pinning them above my head.
“Let me out of here,” I shout.
“So you can run back to your little boyfriend?” Maverick shouts back.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s not my boyfriend!”
“You were kissing him!”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t!”
“Let me out!”
“What about Jake? You were kissing him, too!”
I lift my head from the seat, so we’re in each other’s face having our shouting match. I feel his lips brush against mine as we continue to scream at each other.
“Let’s get a few things straight. I don’t have to explain myself to you. I’m single! I can kiss and fuck who I want!”
Maverick takes hold of my lips, kissing me voraciously. I don’t stop him, because I need this just as much as he does. Our kissing is wild and out of control, filled with heat and hunger. We’re both making incoherent noises. When he releases my wrists, I grasp either side of his face, pulling him close to deepen our kisses.
I open my legs as wide as I can in the back seat of his jeep. He lifts himself up a little to cup his hand over my thong-covered pussy. He breaks the kiss to look into the eyes.
“You’re so warm, Cocoa.”
