Page 79 of Juice

“That’s another thing.” Mike scratched his eyebrow. “It was more of a club brawl.”

“A brawl!” I groused. “Who else got knocked?”

“Lariah, Shunta, Bennie, Fondala, and like three or four girls with Tamia.”

Bennie was Nariah’s personal photographer, and Fondala was one of the chicks who did her makeup. So, for them to be right along with her yeah...I knew what it was.

“They just in that bitch full out fucking fighting.” Tito joked.

“Seems to be that way.”

“Aight. See what you can do to get Nariah and anybody with her out.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“Bet.”

When Mike walked back inside of the precinct Tito ass started with the bullshit. “You know Nariah ‘bout to beat yo ass.”

“Man.” I drawled. “I’m already fucking knowing. My ass ‘bout to be all kind of fuck niggas and shit. Mind you we been keeping it cordial and shit.”

“That peace done ended now.” The nigga tsked before walking off.

Trailing behind him I scrolled through social media trying to see if the shit had hit the net yet and thank God it hadn’t. Hopefully Mike could do damage control before it did.

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I was kicked back in the truck with my eyes closed when Tito tapped me on the chest. When I opened my eyes and spotted a barefoot Nariah and her crew walking out of the door my heart slowed.

Shit as long as it took for them to be released, I could’ve sworn they wasn’t getting out. Before they could even cross the parking lot, I was out of the truck heading in their direction.The way they was laughing and talking shit I could tell they was bragging about the fight.

“Lariah, I thought you was better than that.” I joked.

“She wanted a problem and got her friends ass kicked in the process.” She shrugged.

I threw my hand up at the rest of the convicts and waited for them to walk by so I could talk to Nari alone.

“What you out here showing yo ass for Nari?” I asked and pulled her into my chest. Wrapping my arms around her waist I hugged her tightly.

“You should’ve put a muzzle on yo bitch.” She said into my chest before pulling back.

“What happened?” I asked after I let her go.

“She call herself tryna press me ‘bout you. Talking ‘bout how y’all still fucking off and shit. I tried to tell the dummy I ain’t care, but she wouldn’t drop it. Her stupid ass fucked around and got dropped. Talking ‘boutyou need that.”

“She said that?” I queried because that didn’t sound like Tamia at all.

“Hell yeah. I told that hoe Iwantedthat.”

“When yo court date?”

“Who knows. Mike said he would let me know.”

“Cool. Cool.” I stroked my chin. “You aight though? Got anything to get off yo chest?”

“We good Julius.” She laughed. “I’m not mad at you if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“You sure?” I asked and narrowed my eyes. Nariah would say one thing then the next thing I know she would be on the phone cursing my ass out.

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