Page 89 of Love U Down II

I cut him off. “Watch that bitch word if you know what’s good for you, Trapp. My husband will flip you on your neck for playing with me.”

“Girl, please.” Niecy sucked her teeth and I looked back at her.

“And bitch I’ll flip you on your neck. Don’t act like you don’t know what’s up with me.”

“Myome, chill the fuck out,” Retta said.

“Girl, calm down and get in the fucking booth. I was over here minding my business and he called me a bitch.” I climbed to my feet and Trapp followed suit.

I looked him up and down. I felt like he was trying to intimidate me and I wasn’t going.

Charm shifted in her seat and I watched her hand slip to the lamp beside her. We were about to jump Trapp in this bitch.

“Retta,” I warned. “Get in the fucking booth.”

“Ay, bitch. Didn’t I just––”

I punched Trapp right in his mouth and Charm hopped up and whacked him with the lamp before he could even comprehend what was going on. I heard Retta and Niecy scream but me and Charm were too busy punching Trapp with everything we had to even look at them.

“Ahhh!” I screamed and froze when a gunshot went off.

“The fuck going on in here?” Dashawn’s voice boomed through the studio. “Trapp? The fuck you doing in here?”

I looked at the doorway where Dashawn, Alan, and Shade were standing.

Shade already had his gun in hand.

“I’m with my girl recording this wack ass song.” Trapp cleared his throat and his hand went to his face, now sporting several bleeding cuts from the shattered lamp.

“Who’s your girl? Because I don’t see a bitch in the booth?” Shade clicked the safety off his gun.

“You good, Myome?” Dashawn checked.

“Yeah.” I exhaled and nodded. “I’m good.”

“A’ight.” He walked further into the room. “This is a closed session, so you gon’ have to head out. The women can stay, but you gotta go.”

“You gon’ put me out?” Trapp chuckled.

“Considering I just saw two women beating yo’ ass, I know for a fact Shade can get yo’ ass gone.” Dashawn glanced at Shade and Shade nodded once in confirmation.

“You can walk out or get carried out, either on a stretcher or in a body bag, but I bet yo’ ass gone in the next twenty minutes,” Shade warned.

Trapp looked around the room briefly and seemed to quickly realize he was very much outnumbered.

“I’ve got to make some calls anyway. I’ll be in the car. Hurry up.” He glanced at Retta who nodded.

“It won’t take long.”

“A’ight.”

Trapp walked toward the door and shoulder checked Dashawn on his way out.

Alan pushed the door behind him.

“You sure you good?”

“Yeah. I’m positive.” I glared at Retta. “And I know you brought that nigga in here trying to be funny, bitch.” I closed in on her and started socking her ass in the head immediately.