She frowned. "Excuse me?"
I stepped closer. "Meet. Me. Out. Back." I enunciated slowly.
"Girl—" she waved me off sucking her teeth. "Fuck out my face." She tried to walk past me.
Aight…
I had asked nicely.
Before she could take step a foot forward, I grabbed her by hair slinging her to the floor.
She screamed.
Madam stepped out.
"MADAM!" she hollered out.
Madam looked at her, turned, and walked back into her office.
I dragged Monroe kicking and screaming towards the back exit. Girls and clients rushed out to see, but everyone stepped out the way as I continued to move through the hall. Wisdom was waiting at the door. She opened it and stepped aside closing it shut behind us.
I dragged Monroe down the steps before tossing her onto the dusty desert ground.
It was just me and her now.
She scrambled backwards in the dirt breathing hard, one hand clutching her hair while fury flashed across her face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she screamed.
"You were calling Eva," I said my adrenaline rushing.
Her expression shifted instantly. But I saw it…that flicker of guilt and fear.
She shrugged. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
"Wisdom heard everything, bitch," I gritted out.
Her eyes darted briefly toward the door. "Oh my God…" she scoffed trying to recover. "So what? I made a few calls. I didn't tell that crazy bitch to kill nobody."
I stepped closer. "Are you that fucked up? Why the fuck would you do that?"
"'Cause Boss played me!" she snapped suddenly. "That bitch Gianna too!"
The second Gianna's name left her mouth, all the calm left my body. I rushed her.
Monroe screamed as I tackled her into the dirt, my fist colliding with her face hard enough to snap her head sideways. "AHH!"
"You almost got my best friend killed!" I screamed hitting her again.
Monroe swung wildly trying to fight back but rage had made me stronger. Every hit carried fear, grief, and helplessness. All the shit I felt listening to Gianna bleed out over the phone. "You miserable, evil ass bitch!" I yelled jerking her by her hair before slamming her back down. "People died behind your messy ass games!"
"I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN!" Monroe cried shielding her face.
I rammed my fist so hard in her mouth her teeth cut my knuckles. I wasn't done though. Standing, I lifted my foot and stomped it down on her stomach with all my might. I wanted this bitch to feel exactly what my best friend felt when that bullet hit her.
I kept stomping—repeatedly, until she was coughing up blood and screaming into the empty desert for me to'please stop,'Crouching down, I grabbed her bloodied face shoving it into the ground letting her blood mingle with the dirt.
Monroe was sobbing, coughing, and sputtering.
My chest heaved as I finally stood staring down at her. I was mad enough that I could kill her with my bare hands if I didn't stop. Slowly I backed away before my rage got me locked up for life.
