I rushed through the crowd. When I laid eyes on the fight, Yummi had Sparkle by the hair while she punched her in the face. All that could be heard was the sound of her fist colliding with Sparkle’s face.
Mink! Mink! Mink!
“You dirty bitch! I told you to stay out my nigga face, and you didn’t listen! Why were you coming from the lower level of this fuckin’ boat?!”
“He told you, bitch! We were just checking out the yacht!” Sparkle shouted as she tried to fight back.
I stood back and watched right along with Hurricane and everybody else. Yummi wanted to fight Sparkle, so I didn’t intervene. I enjoyed Sparkle getting knotted up. When blood started to shed, I pulled them apart after an eight-minute fight. I didn’t want Yummi getting locked up for murdering a bitch with her bare hands. Hurricane walked up to help. He tried to grab Yummi, but I stopped him.
“Nah, I got her. You handle Sparkle,” I instructed him.
He smacked his lips. “Yeah, a’ight.”
I walked Yummi to the lobby of the boat, and she was amped up.
“I finally got that dumb bitch. I don’t even care what she did with that nigga! I just wanted to fight the hoe. I took your advice and all that pussy shit out the window!” She laughed as she pulled her hair up.
“I hear that, and you did your thang. But calm down real quick.”
She took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m good.”
“This what you want to be doing over a nigga that don’t respect you?” I asked seriously.
“I get where you are going, and no, I don’t. Ain’t like I can run off with you tho’. You went and got you a cute lil’ bitch.”
I chuckled. “She’s from Colorado. Ain’t nothing serious with us, but this is about you not turning into a monster. Let that be the last bitch you fight over some dumb shit. I want you to stand on your gangsta, not look stupid.”
“Oh, she is my last fight. But you should be with ol’ girl. Y'all look cute together, so don’t mess it up for me. I know even after this shit, I’ma still be with that dog ass nigga. I know he fucked Sparkle tonight.” She suddenly started crying.
“Come here, man. You don’t need to be crying over this shit.” I took her into my arms. I was a tough nigga, but I felt for Yummi because she was close to me. I wasn’t going to tell her what I saw, though. She already knew what was up with Hurricane and Sparkle. Even though I wasn’t feeling Hurricane, the real nigga in me wouldn’t let me be a gossiping ass nigga.
“What’s up? You good now?” Hurricane asked when he walked up on us.
Yummi broke away from our hug and quickly wiped her eyes before jumping to his side. I hated the way she flinched when she heard his voice.
“Nah, I ain’t good. I don’t want you talkin’ to that bitch and replace her!” she demanded Hurricane.
“Whatever you want, it's done,” Hurricane replied as he wrapped his arms around her. He then looked at me. “I can handle mine from here. Don’t you gotta be with yo’ girl, my nigga?” he asked sarcastically.
I chuckled. “Just worry about taking care of yours, my nigga. You got her out here lookin’ crazy. Coast wouldn’t like that, and you know it.” I glared at him, daring him to respond outta pocket.
“Don’t start, y'all. It’s been enough fighting. I’m done celebrating for the night. Mula, pack you and your lady some food and bottles. Once I get the cleanup guys here, I am going home to eat and lie down. I hope Coast enjoyed his birthday.” Yummi sighed.
“Trust me, he did,” Hurricane added.
I walked off before them and went to let the caterers pack enough food for two. I grabbed two bottles of Clicquot for Storm and a bottle of D’usse for me. When I got in the car, Storm was sleeping in the passenger seat, and my homegirl had fallen asleep in the back seat. I dismissed her, and then I reached over to kiss Storm on the lips until she slowly woke up.
“I got your wings, lil boo,” I told her.
“Yasss, thank you. That sex session and shower put me straight to sleep. I’m ready to get these twelve hours of sleep with you before my flight.” She stretched.
“I can’t wait to be laid up with you, too.”
“I don’t know why I did this to myself,” Storm uttered as I hugged her. We were standing in the Virgin Airlines terminal because it was her last day in Sable Cove, and she was bitter about it.
I broke away from our hug and gazed at her. She had tears falling from under her oversized brown shades. I lifted them, and she wiped them away before I could.
“What you mean?” I asked sincerely.
