I whipped around and held my gun up to her. “You help him, and you might as well join his ass in his casket,” I threatened her. The look in my eyes was deadly, so she quickly backed up.
Cyro had Knox on his back on the cement as he knocked his teeth out with blow after blow. “Taylor, take her inside.”
“And miss this?” Taylor pointed to Cyro and Knox.
“Taylor, take her inside!”
“Damn, alright. Girl, come on.” She snatched Icey’s hand, pulling her inside. Some of the dancers followed them while some remained outside so they could go back and tell the story of what happened to Knox.
“Alright, Cy. That’s enough.” I set my hand on his shoulder.
He sent another blow to Knox’s face, shutting his left eye instantly. Blood leaked out of his face as he laid on the cement defeated. I looked down at him and spit right on his face.
“Now I’m gonna let my husband handle you for what you did to Ny.”
I whipped out my phone and dialed Ahk.
“What’s up, Lovey? That party planning got you stressed and you need some dick or something?” He chuckled.
I had him on speaker, so I shook my head at the fact that everyone heard him. I didn’t have no shame, so it didn’t bother me much, but from the way Cyro turned his lip up, I could tell he could’ve gone without hearing that.
“No, baby, even better. I got a surprise for you. It landed right in my lap too.”
“Yeah? What kind of surprise?”
I looked down at Knox on the ground, my face screwed up in disgust. “Knox.”
There was a brief silence on the phone before I heard Ahk’s gun cock back. “I’m on my fucking way. Tell Cy to keep his ass there until I get there.”
“Trust, he ain’t going nowhere after what Cy did to him.”
“Bet. See you in a lil. Love you, Lovey.”
“Love you too, Pa.”
“Take his ass to the back and don’t get none of his blood on all my white decorations.”
Cyro snatched Knox up by the dreads and dragged him to the back of the club. “Y’all go check on Icey. If I do it and she get to trying to convince me to spare his bitch ass, I might do her in bad,” I told the rest of the girls.
“We got you, Jaz,” Passion assured before leading the rest of the ladies back into the club.
It was a small fucking world. Had I known Knox was the nigga beating Icey black and blue, I would have had him handled a long time ago. The nigga had an ego because he was bullying his baby’s mother. I was ready for Ahk to give his ass a rude fucking awakening. Hopefully next time, it was his fucking funeral getting shot up and Ahk would get the chance to put Silas down too.
As I was heading back into the club, someone behind me was calling to get my attention. “Excuse me! Ma’am, excuse me!”
I looked over my shoulder and saw it was a short and stout white woman with a crooked-ass bob. I was praying she hadn’t witnessed Cyro beat Knox into a pulp and was concerned about him. I was bilingual and was ready to tell her to mind her fucking white-ass business in English and Spanish if it came down to it.
“What can I do for you?” I raised my brow at her while keeping my gun tucked to the side of me.
“Are you Jazzlyn Barette?”
“Hendrix.” I corrected her. “Who’s asking?”
“You’ve been served.” She shoved the envelope into my hand.
“Bitch, I should beat your fucking ass!” I called out after her as she speed-walked off the block.
Looking down at the envelope, I shook my head. “Brooke ain’t waste no time, I see.”
