I laughed. “Baby, I don’t have the time. It took me weeks to do these outfits.” My turn around time used to be a couple of days when I was hustling, but now, life had gotten in the way. I needed to carve out time in my day to be a wife, a stepmom, and run my businesses.
The door to the locker room swung open, and Taylor popped her head inside. She looked flustered like she was in a panic, but once she saw the outfits, she got distracted. “Ouu! These look sexy!”
“Right!” the ladies all agreed.
“Tay, what’s wrong?” I peeped the initial look on her face when she popped in.
She snapped her fingers while trying to remember the reason she came in. I smacked my lips, letting her know she was getting on my nerves.
“Oh!” She finally remembered. “Ole girl out there getting knocked around by some nigga. I went to go tell Cyro, but he said he’s taking a piss, and if it ain’t you, he’s not rushing.”
I shot up from my seat and grabbed my gun from my purse. I stormed out of the dressing room, and all my nosy-ass dancers filed out behind me. Taylor led the way to the front. By the time we got there, Cyro was coming out the bathroom drying his hands.
“The hell you think you’re doing?” Cyro throated out before getting in front of me.
“I’m just gonna talk to him, that’s all.” I cocked my gun back.
He smacked his lips and shook his head. He took that as a sign to pull his strap too, and he led the way out the door of the club. Soon as we hit the block, we could see Icey being pushed against her car while her baby’s father stood over her, slapping her across the face.
“You bum-ass bitch!” he jeered down at her as tears tumbled down her face. “You fucked that nigga, didn’t you?!”
“No! I swear! I don’t even know him!” Icey cried out.
Cyro had seen enough, so he grabbed dude up by the roots of his dreads, pulling him off Icey. “Tell me why I shouldn’t blow your fucking brains out in front of all these women?!”
“I might do it before you can.” I made my way around him and stood in front of Icey so he wouldn’t be able to get to her anymore.
He winced from the pain of his dreads being yanked from the root. Cyro had such a strong grip that I swore I saw that nigga get lifted a few inches from the ground.
“Get the fuck off of me, pussy!” he snapped.
Cyro chuckled, finding his little tough act amusing. “You beating on a female and calling me pussy? Out of your fucking mind. I’ll beat your ass with one hand tied behind my back.”
He tossed him onto the ground, causing him to land right on his face. Taylor and the ladies all winced at how hard Cyro made homie hit the fucking ground.
I turned to Icey, who was still in hysterics from getting smacked. “You good?”
Through her tears, she shakily nodded her head. Poor girl looked a mess. Her makeup was running, and her hair was wild. Through the streaks her tears left behind on her makeup, I could see the fresh black eyes she covered up. This nigga was using her as a damn punching bag.
Ole boy pushed up from the ground, got up, and squared up with Cyro. This nigga was signing his fucking death certificate like a goofy.
“Have the first hit, pussy, since you can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself,” Cyro encouraged while tucking his gun in the waistband of his jeans.
“Knox, please, just stop!” Icey hiccupped out. Even she could see that Cyro was gonna pummel his ass into the cement.
Upon hearing his name, I snapped my head in her direction. “His name Knox? This your baby father?”
She nodded. “Yes! Please tell your security to let up! I’ll get him to leave!” Despite him slapping her around, she still wanted to protect him. The shit was sad.
I instantly made the connection and figured out that Knox was the nigga who pulled the trigger on Nymir. Ahk and his crew were searching high and low for him, but word got back that he was ducked off and waiting for shit from Nymir’s death to die down. Knowing he was the reason behind my husband losing his homie, my eyes slit as hatred filled them.
“Cyro, beat his ass!” I demanded.
Like a beast who was anticipating being called off his leash, Cyro’s massive hand latched around Knox’s neck before he could even attempt to throw his first punch. Cyro caved his face in with two punches, instantly drawing blood from his lip and nose.
“Bitch-ass nigga! This what you get when you throw hands with a real nigga!”
Icey was behind me, desperately trying to get to Knox and help him. The poor girl was so brainwashed, she didn’t even realize we were saving her.
