Page 49 of Next Level
Tamara moves down toward us with a grimace across her face.
“Why are you always here, anyway?” Tamara spits out. “Ray’s not even here.”
Zip’s about ready to defend me, but I place my hand on his forearm. “I’m here because they asked me to be here. Not like you, who just shows up.”
“You know he is just using you. Right,” Tamara says vindictively.
I scoff. “I like being used.”
Vicki’s voice sounds from behind us with a warning. “Girls. Behave.”
Tamara tries to play nice, turning her attention to Dawg, asking, “So did Ray just call or text you?”
“He called.”
I answer at the same time, “He just texted me,” and she snaps her head toward me. I lift my hand over my mouth. “Oh, you weren’t talking to me? My bad.”
“You lie,” she seethes.
I turn away from her and grab my drink, but before I can take a drink, I’m being yanked back by my hair.
The room erupts in chaos as we start to fight like two bitches.
Fuckyeah. Finally, I get to slap this twat.
I yell, “Fucking cunt!”
Twisting toward her, I let loose. These men have taught me how to fight, and I don’t play nice. She may have my hair, but that doesn’t stop me. I take her down, and my fists start flying, giving her a good uppercut to the face before punching her in the stomach. I decided to pull a little hair of my own, only hers is easy to pull out, given they’re all extensions. She screams likea little bitch, releasing my hair and grabbing my hand that is pulling hers.
Soon, two massive arms are around my waist, pulling me off of her, revealing she’s got a cut lip. The only thing she’s got from me is a handful of hair, but who the fuck cares? I got marks on that bitch.
I spit, “Fuck you, bitch.”
Vicki helps her friend up, yelling at her.
Dawg moves between us, facing Tamara. “You’re outta here. Don’t come back until Level says.”
“Fuck you, whore,” Tamara says to me as she stands up, yanking her arm from Vicki, then grabbing her purse. “I’m leaving.”
“By twaffle tits!” I snort.
Vicki grabs her bag and follows Tamara out, calling over her shoulder as she leaves, “Call me tomorrow, Dawg.”
Once they’re out the door, Dawg turns on me, placing his hands on his hips.
Shit, I’m in trouble.
I look around to see all the members surrounding me. When the arms that were holding me back loosen, I turn to see Zip smiling big.
I wait for someone to say something.
Lazy, of course, is the first to make a joke. “Twaffle Tits? Seriously, Tink, the shit you come up with kills me.”
The room erupts into laughter.
Dawg grabs me around the neck. “Ray’s gonna be pissed, but damn…Tink the tank got in some punches.”
Shit. Ray is going to be mad.
