Lizzy didn't see me coming. She was too busy giggling at whatever weak ass lines this nigga was spitting. I slid up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against my chest in one smooth motion.
"Yatta! What’s up babe," she gasped, her body stiffening against mine. "Whatchu’ doing in here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," I replied, keeping my voice low but hard. "I didn't know Club Bleu was your type of vibe shorty."
The nigga she'd been talking to sized me up, clearly not recognizing who he was dealing with. the way he stood told me he wasn't a real street nigga, he was just another rich boy playing gangsta in the club.
"Aye bro," he said, his voice all proper and shit. "We conversating right here, chill out."
I ignored him completely, keeping my focus on Lizzy. "Who the fuck is this nigga?"
Before she could answer, dude stepped closer. "I'm Kyle. That’s who the fuck I am, who the fuck are you?"
Now I turned to face him, letting him get a good look at me. "I'm the nigga whose bitch you touching on. That's all the fuck you need to know."
Lizzy's eyes flashed with anger. "I'm not your bitch, Yatta. You made that shit perfectly clear last week."
That stung, but I kept my face stone. "Aye man, fuck all of that; come on lemme holla at chu’." I said, grabbing her arm.
"Shorty looks like she’s cool on you, Bro.” this bitch ass nigga said, putting his hand on my shoulder like we was cool or something.
I looked down at his manicured hand, then back up at his face.
"You got three seconds to remove your hand befo’ I fuck you up."
"Yatta, stop," Lizzy hissed. "Kyle is a potential client. He owns restaurants downtown and was talking about booking me for some events."
"Is that what they calling it now?" I scoffed. " He looked like he was trying to book more than your event planning services."
Dude’s face hardened. "Yo’ watch yo fucking mouth. Lizzy is cool peoples and you're being disrespectful as fuck right now,"
"Nigga mind ya fucking business, I aint talking to yo’ bitch ass." I warned.
He stepped closer, chest puffed out like he was ready for whatever. "Or what?"
I didn't waste any more words on his ass. My first connected with his jaw before he even saw it coming, a clean hit that dropped him straight to the floor. Lizzy screamed, stumbling back as people around us scattered. Security was on us in seconds, but the damage was done.
The entire club erupted into chaos, bottles breaking, women screaming, niggas shouting. I grabbed Lizzy's arm, steadying her as she nearly fell in her high heels.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she shouted over the noise, tears of anger in her eyes.
Before I could answer, Yah-Yah and Mya pushed through the crowd toward us, both looking concerned and pissed simultaneously. "We need to go," Yah-Yah said, eyeing the security guards heading our way.
I nodded, fishing my keys from my pocket and tossing them to her. "Y'all take my car. I'm leaving with Lizzy."
"Yatta, we should all—" Mya started, but I cut her off.
"Aye what I just say? Take the Benz and go straight home. I'll hit you in the morning." She looked like she wanted to argue but thought better of it.Smart girl.
"You sure?" Yah-Yah asked, already pocketing my keys.
"I'm sure," I replied firmly.
Without waiting for their response, I put my arm around Lizzy's waist and guided her toward the back exit. She was stiff against me but didn't pull away.
Once outside in the cool night air, she shoved me hard. "Get the fuck off me! I can't believe you just did that!"
"Where yo’ car at?" I asked calmly, ignoring her outburst.
