Page 34 of Too Many One Nights

I kicked it with my brother until Juke and his crew arrived. I had Mario, the nigga who was over all the fights, escort him to his room until the fight started. This may have been some underground shit, but I made sure the fighters were comfortable.

“Aye, what was up wit’ you and Kilo earlier?” I knew his nosy ass was going to ask about that shit. I was gone tell him, just not in front of our pops because it wasn’t my business to tell.

“How about Kilo’s girl and Goldie sisters,” I stated.

Shock flashed through Stacks’ eyes before it was replaced with pure amusement.

“Ain’t this some shit. How the fuck y’all end up fuckin’ wit’ sisters?” he smirked. “They ain’t got another one I can take down?”

“Fuck outta here.” I laughed. “Nah, it’s only the two of them and a bad ass little brother from what I know. Their mama fine as a muthafucka and you like old bitches, so you probably can shoot your shot with her,” I joked.

“Nigga, fuck you.” He laughed. “She fine for real, though?” He smirked.

Ignoring his dumb ass, I called over a waitress and ordered a bottle of Louis and sat back and waited for the fight to start. I had a few bets in myself, and I wasn’t leaving until I collected my money.

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The fight was about to start in a few minutes, and the small arena was packed. I was seated in my reserved section with Stacks and his homies, passing a few blunts in rotation. The DJ announced that nigga Boom and started playing “What U Gon Do’ by Lil Jon and this goofy ass nigga came out bouncing around like he was in a club. Nigga gone be tired before the fight even starts.

“Goofy ass nigga,” Stacks laughed.

“He can be goofy all he wants but I’m gone get paid off his ass tonight.”

“You bet against Juke?” He frowned.

“Hell nah. I bet on numbers, nigga. How many punches this nigga gone land and how many rounds they go. Nigga shows off too much to be able to last past three rounds, and them shits he throws ain’t sticking. The nigga just big and useless.” Boom thought muthafuckas were intimidated by his size, but he was a bitch. He always hated on Juke so he’s going off pure emotion tonight instead of actual talent.

Once that nigga stopped bouncing around the ring like a damn rabbit, the DJ announced Juke and dropped K. Dot’s ‘TV Off’. The crowd went stupid when Juke appeared with his team behind him. For this nigga to be an underground fighter, he moved like a muthafucka that gets paid millions to do this shit.

“Niggas acting bad, but somebody gotta do it,” the DJ yelled in the mic once Juke made it into the ring. I knew that shit was to taunt Boom, and it worked.

The bell ringed, and the fight started. Just like I predicted, Boom ain’t land half the shit he threw and got knocked out at the beginning of the fourth round. Juke was declared the winner and made me fifty extra bands in the process.

“Maybe next time y’all niggas will remember not to go against the grain.” I laughed as I collected my money.

“You hanging out ’til this shit clears out?” I turned to ask Stacks.

“Yeah,” was all he said before giving his attention back to the chick he had in front of him. Leaving him to his business, I went to chop it up with Juke and pay him before doing my rounds. By the time I was done, most of the patrons were gone. It was still a few in the building since I didn’t close until five in the morning. I wasn’t staying ’round this bitch, though. I was taking my ass the fuck home.

“I’m about to slide,” I told Stacks, who was coming from the back with the chick I saw him with earlier.

“Bet. I’m out, too.”

“Hey, Buck.” I turned to see who had my name rolling off their tongue like they knew me like that. When I turned around, it was a pretty thick ass chocolate chick.

“You know me?” I quizzed, giving her a once over.

“I know enough.” She flirted, running her hand down my chest.

“You’on know shit?” I chuckled, “?because if you did, you would know not to put ya fuckin’ hands on me,” I snarled. “Get the fuck out my face ’fore your shit be in a sling.” I watched as she scrambled off in horror before turning back to Stacks, who had a big stupid ass grin on his face.

“The fuck you grinning for?”

“Since when you run bitches off?”

I waved him off. “Watch out. I’on fuck every hoe I see.”

“Damn near. I get it though. You’on wanna cheat on ya baby mama.” I snapped my head in his direction and pinned him with a nasty glare. “You’on scare me, nigga. Ain’t shit wrong with feeling your baby mama. Shit, she is fine.”

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