Page 99 of Feeling Blue

Blue watched the two of them face off, with Journey retreating first. He chuckled quietly because Journey knew, before she’d tried it, that she hadn’t wanted an ounce of smoke with Zurena. His sister was quiet for a reason, and that reason was to keep herself out of trouble. She’d been a fighter forever and had no problem throwing hands with anybody.

A solid built woman with street skills, there was no way a woman would ever engage in anything physical with her and win. Not ever. Another reason he’d been hovering over Forever like a helicopter. He liked to believe his sister wouldn’t fight the love of his life, but he couldn’t be too sure, and couldn’t do Forever like that. It wouldn’t even be right. Journey, on the other hand, could get wiped, and he wouldn’t pause it for one second.

“I wasn’t even starting with him. I was just speaking.”

“But shouldn’t you be over there in your new nigga face? I mean, you running up behind your old one with no shame. Damn bitch. Have some class or at least some home training.” Zurena faced Rico and looked him up and down. “You ain’t got no more of that mad energy for your hoe? Attention been over here all night, but as soon as your baby mama gets over here, you’re mute? That’s wild, ain’t it, bruh?” She looked around Journey so that she could see Blue.

“Hell yeah,” his deep voice was low, but she heard it, as did everyone else.

“I always got energy for her, why? You mad?” Rico challenged.

His posture had changed to one more combative, and if Blue wasn’t mistaken, he could see his hands balled into fists. He leaned forward, steadying his vision to make sure he saw what he saw. Oh yeah, that nigga was on one. Hands clinched tightly as his teeth gritted against one another.

“Never that boo,” Zurena waved him off.

“Sounds like a hater to me,” Journey slid in just before catching one to the mouth.

Zurena stood up and swung once more while simultaneously grasping a handful of Journey’s hair, catching her in the eye before Blue snatched her up. Hell broke loose quickly, but sparked an even bigger fire when the sound of Rico slapping Zurena echoed throughout the room. Blue couldn’t even remember letting her go or picking Rico up, but the moment he slammed him into the wall, leaving a hole, he realized what was going on. Fist to face was all that could be heard as he leaned over, beating the shit out of Rico.

Screams and yells could be heard from women behind him, but Blue didn’t stop. Rico had life fucked up if he thought he’d ever slap Zurena and not get his ass handed to him for it.

“The fuck you thought this was?” Blue questioned before standing up just enough to remove his gun and bust Rico across the head with it, repeatedly.

Blue was in an unbreakable zone that was clearly hard to penetrate because all he saw was blood and rage. The pleas for him to stop could be heard in the distance, but he wasn’t ready to stop yet. Rico needed to learn his lesson.

“Blue, lighten up bruh! That’s your boy, just let it go.” Dylan’s fake ass voice finally broke his trance.

With a screwed-up scowl on his face, Blue pulled himself away from Rico to find Journey and Dylan standing next to him. A guilty look rested on Journey’s face as she blinked away from him and down at Rico.

“Fuck you looking crazy for now? That’s who you chose, right?”

“Blue,” she grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry, I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t think you were coming home.”

“And you dick hopped before they closed the cell. Y’all been flaw. Didn’t take you a week to flip,” Zurena spoke from the grip Pat had her in.

Instead of responding, Journey rolled her eyes at Zurena and squeezed Blue’s hand again. “Blue, please.”

“You begging like your nigga ain’t on the ground bleeding out,” Wale joked, making everybody chuckle a little.

“What you expect from a bitch that was willingly a pass around for the gang?” Zurena tossed out again, trying her hardest to break free of Pat’s grip.

“Girl, shut up!” Dylan yelled.

“Everybody in here knows I’ll beat both of y’all up at the same time. Stay in a child’s place before you get in something you can’t get out of.”

Zurena had barely gotten her sentence out before Pat began walking her toward the door, letting everybody know it was time for them to go. He’d almost made it past the sisters, but wasn’t fast enough and gave Zurena that space she needed to slap Journey. The sound was almost as loud as when Rico hit her. A satisfied smirk covered Zurena’s face.

With a raised brow, she happily taunted her. “Don’t be shocked, bitch. Come fight. Or are you gon’ get your nigga to do it for you?”

“Slap that hoe again, Rena,” Blue encouraged, prompting her to swing again.

Faster than he’d ever saw her move, Journey stepped out of reach, leaving Dylan to catch Zurena’s blow. A few gasps could be heard around the room as Dylan grabbed her face and leaned over to nurse herself.

“Man, get this ghetto ass Phil and Lil up out the spot. They fucking up the mood with all this fighting.” Wale joked again to lighten the mood.

Pat was happy to follow the instructions, nodding his head toward the door, urging Blue to follow him.

The three of them were out of the door and heading to the truck in no time. Once all were loaded back inside, Pat pulled out in a hurry. After Blue forced himself to calm down, the ride back to his house was filled with laughter and banter about their encounter, which helped him keep a positive enough attitude not to kill Rico’s punk ass. Even though he still planned to have another talk with him once they sobered up.

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