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I moved from behind my desk. I was taller than Raya, and I had her by at least ten pounds. She was about to see a side that I had been sparing her from.

“Legally, my hands are tied.”

“Fuck you!”

“Raya, that’s enough,” Grif said.

“Nah, everyone protects this bitch. She got all that nigga shit, but her pussy wasn’t good enough to give that nigga a baby.” She laughed and stuck her tongue out. “I’ll always be the last one to carry that nigga seed. Dumb ass bitch.”

I moved closer to her and Grif moved with me.

“Kyenna–” Grif started.

“Don’t touch me,” I warned him.

“Oh, now this bitch wants to fight because the truth hurts.”

She was doing so much talking that I done punched her in her fucking mouth so hard that one of her veneers was stuck in my hand. She was shocked until the blood started leaking from her mouth. She lunged, and that’s what I expected her to do. I had been raised by a man who believed his daughter should know how to count money, shoot a gun, and protect herself. My daddy didn’t raise me to stand around and pull hair. Raya swung wild. I ducked and caught her ass clean across her nose. She stumbled back into one of the chairs and fell to the floor. Grif called my name, but I wasn’t listening. I got on top of her ass and gave her fucking face a beating. Blow after blow, her head kept hitting the floor.

“You wanted this shit, bitch!”

That didn’t slow me down from continuing to punch her in the face. Grif pulled me off her and wouldn’t let me go. I was angry, and the bitch could’ve died in this bitch I wouldn’t have cared. That was years of built-up anger for her ass.

“Bitch you ain’t did shit.” She stumbled as she stood up.

Her eyes were barely open, and her teeth were missing.

“Move. Grif!”

“Chill out, Kyenna.”

Security came a few seconds later and dragged her ass out. My manager was standing in the corner with her mouth wide open.

“Fuck, my fucking hand is probably broken,” I said.

My phone started ringing, so I leaned to see if it was someone important. Shameek’s ass was calling.

“Did you text or call him?” I looked at my manager.

“No.” She shook her head violently.

“I did,” Grif said, bringing me a bag of ice for my hand.

“You don’t have to call him every time something happens to me.”

“No disrespect, but he was going to find out anyway. I prefer it come from me since I am head of security here. Who got time for the yelling he would’ve done had I not told him.”

I rolled my eyes as I placed the ice on my hand. I had a hole where her veneer was. She had a few fucking teeth under the chair in my office. I was sure I was going to have to go get it checked out. My phone started ringing again.

“Answer him,” Grif said.

“What?” I answered the phone.

“Grif said Raya came up there showin’ her ass and you beat the shit outta her. What the fuck happened?”

“I handled it.” I kept it short.

“You hurt?”