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"Watch your mouth," Poe seethed, taking up for the same woman in our section damn near making love to Tyson an hour ago. I wouldn't be surprised if they were scoping us the same and used her to do it. Tyson should've known better, but women had always been his weakness.
"You need to be a lot more worried about your business than some bitch," I fired back, causing her jaw to slack. Mack had returned, standing beside me, ready for whatever. People often mistook his calmness for weakness, but he had the aim and the ability to back that shit up.
Poe whispered in her ear before she looked Tyson up and down, dismissing herself, "You must be Gianni."
"You'll see more of me if you keep moving guns in my city. Teach your bitch a lesson on loyalty. Enjoy the rest of your night."
"Fuck you mean, enjoy the rest of your night! This nigga got you and me fucked up!" Tyson yelled.
"Fuck him, Ty. We're leaving," Mack interjected. He usually had the patience to reason with Tyson when he got like this. I didn't, and I knew it, so I stepped back.
"Fuck that!" Tyson pulled out his gun and aimed it at Poe's forehead. "Now what bitch? You think you can come into my city without going through the proper channels?"
It took everything in me not to tell Tyson to put that shit away. Not because he didn't have the right, he was acting off emotion, and that shit would cost you every time.
"You're not going to shoot me. Not out here," he boasted, calling Tyson's bluff, but he was the wrong nigga to bet against with a loaded gun.
Mack didn't open his mouth, but his eyes begged me to intervene. Pulling my gun, I shot Poe in his leg, and he immediately hit the pavement. The remaining patrons began to scatter as I squatted in front of him.
"Nothing moves in or out without our fuckin' consent." Jamming the barrel of my gun into the wound, oozing blood, he screamed in pain. "Pay to play or get the fuck out. If I have to repeat it, you’ll be in a body bag instead of nursing a gunshot wound."
Turning to leave, Mack waited for Tyson to move before he did too. Tyson didn't utter a word until we reached where we were parked and instantly began fussing. "What the fuck was that?"
"I told you to watch that bitch," Mack scoffed, leaning against his car.
"I told you we weren't on that tonight."
"We should've been on whatever the fuck he was on!" Tyson yelled, defending his actions.
"But we aren't."
"Why? Because you fuckin' said so!" Tyson shoved me in the chest, and Solana jumped out of the car.
"Mack, get your boy," I ordered, but he was too busy laughing at the scuffle he knew would ensue if Ty put his hands on me again.
"Ty, calm down!" Solana reasoned.
"Fuck that! He thinks he can tell everybody what to do. All these nigga's might be scared of you, but I'm not."
"Poe wasn't scared either, and you see where the fuck he ended up."
"Man, chill, get in the damn car. You're drunk and tripping,” Mack spoke up, reaching his limit of listening to us go back and forth.
"I'm out. I'll get with y’all tomorrow," I announced while Tyson stood with his fists clenched and chest heaving. I wasn't in the mood to fight with him tonight.
"Where are you going?" Solana questioned.
"I got some shit to do.”
"Going to meet up with that bitch from the party," Tyson answered, finally retreating to Mack's car.
"You pissed that nigga off."
"He'll be aite," I disregarded Tyson's condescending tone and the way bitch angrily rolled off his tongue, referring to Hailo.
"Is that where you're going?" Solana asked, folding her arms like a child being scolded.
"I'm good, Sol. I'll call you in the morning." I kissed her forehead and headed for my car.
