Behind her came two girls and another security guard carrying what looked like a designer bag and a money pouch.
Mya leaned forward. “That her?”
I didn’t answer right away.
Then the woman lifted her phone to her ear and started laughing.
“Girl, I told his bitch she was the flavor of the month. She called from his phone like she was about to check me.” My whole body went still.
Mya slowly turned her head toward me. “That her.” It wasn’t a question. I opened the passenger door immediately.
“Yah-Yah,” Mya warned.
But I was already out.
The cold air hit my face as I crossed the street. The closer I got, the less I heard everything around me. The music from the club, the cars passing, the people talking. It all faded until it was just Sheree’s laugh ringing in my ears.
She was standing near a black Maybach now, digging in her purse while her security guard looked down at his phone.
“Sheree?” I called out. She looked up, annoyed at first.
“Who asking?”
I smiled, but it wasn’t a nice one. “The flavor of the month.”
Her face changed instantly. For a second, she looked shocked. Then she smirked.
“Oh, you really pulled up to my club?” she said, looking me up and down like I was beneath her. “You braver than you look.”
“No, bitch. You gotta be brave cause hoe you definitely aint smart. If you were smart you would know you shouldn’t have ever fucked with me.”
Before she could get another slick word out, my hand connected with her face so hard her head snapped to the side. The sound echoed off the brick wall, and one of the girls behind her screamed.
“Oh my god!”
Sheree stumbled back, grabbing her cheek. “Bitch!”
Her security guard stepped forward, but Mya came from nowhere, pulling a small black pistol from her hoodie just enough for him to see it.
“Mind yo’ business, big man,” Mya said, calm as hell. “This right here is a woman’s work.” The security guard froze.
The girls with Sheree started backing up, them hoes were suddenly not as loyal as they looked a few seconds ago.
Sheree swung at me, and she actually caught the side of my face with her nails. The sting made my eyes water, but it also made me madder. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her forward.
“You had a lot to say on that phone!” I yelled, swinging again. “Say it now!”
She fought back, I’ll give her that. She wasn’t weak. She was scratching, kicking, and trying to pull away, but I had too much anger in me. Every time my fist connected, I thought about that text message. Every time she screamed, I heard her laughing in my ear.
Flavor of the month.
Sheree stumbled against the side of her Maybach, breathing hard, one heel twisted halfway off her foot. Blood dotted the corner of her mouth, but she still had the nerve to laugh.
“You dumb ass bitch,” she panted. “You think beating my ass gon’ make him stop fucking me?”
Mya’s head snapped toward her. “Oh, this hoe got a death wish.”
I hit her again.
