Page 4 of Gang of Roses: Kash

Turning back around, I grabbed my drink and took a sip.

“Damn.”

The voice came from beside me.

Hell, when did his ass come up?

I ignored it because I really wasn’t in the mood for entertainment. One man held my attention, and he damn sure wasn’t this negro beside me.

He continued. “Nah, for real. You fine as hell.”

I took another sip of my drink and zoned him out. It was clear I didn’t want to be bothered.

A large hand landed on the bar, making me give him my full attention because what was his angle?

The nigga attached to it was tall, broad, and wearing a grin that told me women probably entertained his shit more than they should’ve. He wasn’t that bad-looking, so he probably wasn’t used to rejection.

Welp! There’s a first time for everything.

“You hear me talking to you?”

Rolling my eyes, the irritancy he caused was overbearing.

I sighed deeply before saying, “I did.”

His grin widened. He had a nice set of teeth; I had to give him that. “So, what’s your name?”

“Not interested,” I responded quickly.

“Damn, I ain’t ask you allat.”

“And I saved us both some time.”

Meekie snorted behind the bar before quickly finding something else to do.

The grin he was once sporting dropped.

I lifted my glass to my plump lips and took another sip, thinking that was the end of this lil’ convo. I was wrong because this nigga got stupid.

“Bitch, I was just trying to talk to you,” he sassed.

I turned my head slowly. “Who the fuck you calling a bitch, bitch? And I just told yo’ tall ass I wasn’t interested,” I stated while turning on this clown, but then he grabbed my arm.

Wrong fucking move, playboy.

I twisted out of his grip and drove my elbow into his chest, sending him stumbling back against the bar. While he was still trying to catch his breath, I snatched the beer bottle sitting beside him and cracked it against the edge of the counter, shattering the bottom. Before his ass could straighten back up, I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him toward me, pressing the jagged end of the bottle against his muthafuckin’ throat. His entire body froze. He didn’t expect my small ass to do all that.

What a big ass pussy.

“Now…” I spoke calmly. “I told yo’ crocodile looking ass I wasn’t interested, but you just had to put yo’ fucking dick beaters on me.”

Reaching down with my free hand, I grabbed a handful of his balls.

“We can end this right here.”

He swallowed hard.

“Or I can make sure you never grab another woman with that hand again. The choice is yours, I really don’t give a fuck,” I stated, squeezing his balls tighter.