Page 67 of Love U Down II

“It ain’t for everybody.” Dashawn shrugged. “It’s nice though.”

“The fuck you got married for if you wanted to fuck other people?” I asked.

“Because regardless I love Hazel and want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“You welcome too many guests into your happy home and you may start realizing shit is going missing.” I shrugged. “But do what you want.”

“Don’t worry. I will.”

“Drix!” a woman yelled and I did a double take when I realized it was Monica hopping out of her car and rushing toward me. “Drix, we need to talk!”

“Talk to my lawyer.” I waved her off.

“So you mean?—”

“I just knew your thirsty ass wouldn’t miss a chance to see my man!” Myome’s voice flew from the opposite side of me and I looked just in time to see her, Chandler, Charm, and Hazel pop out of Hazel’s car.

I looked from them to Monica, who had frozen where she was.

As soon as she realized she was in danger, she turned around and made a run for it but the women were already on the move. Chandler’s athletic ass made it to the car at the same time Monica did and pushed her roughly into her driver’s side door successfully slamming it shut before Monica could hop in.

“You think you can just play on my brother’s name?” Chandler asked.

“I didn’t lie. I just?—”

Her sentence was cut off when Myome grabbed her by the arm, spun her around, and socked her in the mouth. Chandler, Hazel, and Charm took steps back while Myome grabbed Monica’s hair, jerked her head lower, and started to punch her in the face over and over.

“The fact that your publicist is over there is actually fucking crazy,” Alan mumbled.

“Chandler is my sister before anything else.”

I took my time walking toward the chaos and whistled when Myome took a step back, planted both feet, and swung Monica to the ground. Monica yelled as she hit the ground and Myome climbed over her the best she could, talking shit the entire time.

I felt like she’d gotten enough hits in by the time I reached them so I grabbed Myome by the waist and pulled her off.

“Charm, beat that bitch up!” Myome yelled and Charm immediately started swinging on Monica.

Alan and Dashawn grabbed Charm and Chandler whistled as she and Hazel followed the five of us toward my car.

When we made it, I set Myome down and wedged her between my passenger side door and body while she tried to catch her breath. She lifted her arms over her head as she huffed and puffed.

“You a’ight?”

“Yeah.” She exhaled, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back.

“You sure?”

“I’m going to beat your ass every time I see you, bitch!” Myome yelled after Monica who was climbing back in her car.

“Ay.” I grabbed her chin and tilted her head down to lock eyes with her.

“What?”

“Breathe, baby.”

“Trust me. I’m breathing. I’m actually having a great day now.” She let her arms fall and shrugged. “But I will be beating her ass at least two more times before I let shit go, so she better have it on her mind.”

“Damn.” I licked my lips and shook my head. “You know I love that crazy shit, Twin. You trying to get fucked?”