Page 137 of Love's Most Wanted
All day, I’d been trying to listen closely to the ladies’ voices so I could know who was getting smashed to smithereens above us last night. I guess I would just have to see who went to that particular room.
Halfway through dessert, bright ass lights shone through the front of the cabin, signaling that a car was pulling up.
“You invited somebody?” Khari looked to Bambi.
“Hell no.” She threw her hands up in mock surrender.
The men all rose, going to the front of the cabin to open the door and see who it was. Us being nosy, we followed, and when I saw a familiar truck running, I frowned, trying to recall who it was.
“Daisy, what the fuck is you doing?” Unique spat, irritation laced throughout his handsome face.
Hopping out of the car in a snow outfit like she was here to stay, she said, “I came here to tell you I love you and can’t live without you.”
“Bitch, are you serious?” I barked as everyone stood on the lengthy L shaped porch watching.
“Anyway,” she cut her eyes away from me, “I got my act together and?—”
“Daisy, take yo’ ass on. I’m not even ’bout to get amped up. Shit is a done deal, and I would hate to have to put yo’ ass in the fucking dirt over yo’ antics,” Unique stated calmly but exasperated.
“Before you go, though, I need that from you,” Anastazia called out, making Daisy look her way.
“Girl. Don’t get embarrassed in front of your people. I’m not the one.” Daisy chuckled as Anastazia came down into the snow where she was.
“You know what’s funny? You were on that yacht during the proposal, fanning out and complimenting me like the weirdo bitch you are when you wanted to fuck my nigga the whole time,” Anastazia replied.
The brothers’ comments and the girls and my laughter only angered Daisy.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t trying to fuck him.” She waved Anastazia off and started for her car. But when she opened the door, Anastazia closed it back. “I’m gonna give you one more chance to go back in the house before I embarrass you.”
“You gonna swing first, or should I just beat your ass?” Anastazia asked calmly.
Everyone was on edge watching, but I could tell Asif wanted to intervene. However, he let his wife do her thing for now.
Daisy scoffed, opened her door, and tried to climb in, but Anastazia grabbed her by her hair, yanking her from the vehicle with inhumane strength.
“Told you, women who don’ gave birth got Hulk strength,” Cemone commented just as Daisy hit Anastazia in the face in retaliation.
After that, the fight had begun with Anastazia throwing all fists, hammering Daisy’s face. I noticed the latter clawing and trying to grab Anastazia’s hair once she realized she wasn’t fast enough to block and hit, but Anastazia had smartly clipped it up.
They moved in circles, Daisy getting the occasional scratch or hit in, but she was no match for Anastazia who didn’t seem to get tired or lose her momentum. Once one fist pulled back, the other was in its place, forcing Daisy to tackle her to the floor with her hefty ass.
As she hovered over Anastazia, she punched but missed as Anastazia kneed Daisy hard as hell in the pussy then gripped a handful of Daisy’s hair and shoved her face into the snow forcefully, making her cry out from the pain.
“I ain’t know that shit worked on females!” Unique hollered in surprise as Daisy gripped her vagina with both hands before falling over, wincing.
“You fake ass, hating ass bitch!” Anastazia barked.
From there, she straddled Daisy, raining repeated blows on the girl’s face. Daisy was trying to hit her back, but her blows were too weak and uncoordinated, landing in foolish places like Anastazia’s collarbone.
“This a good ass fight,” I heard one of the ladies say, but I couldn’t tell who because I was too tuned in. I’d planned to get at Daisy for her antics, but I was happy I hadn’t, or we wouldn’t have gotten this shit.
Anastazia was hammering Daisy’s face repeatedly to the point where Asif had no choice but to go pick his wife up. I think he didn’t want her to catch a murder case.
Blood was in the snow as Daisy woodenly climbed to her feet, hollering, “Let’s go again… bitch!”
Blood covered her teeth, and the only thing on Anastazia was a scratch on her cheek. Daisy spit a wad of blood into the snow, throwing her fists up to fight.
“Bitches always want another round when they lose!” Scotland shouted.
