Page 151 of Remiss
Symphony rolled her eyes. “Kendall already threatened my job because of Mortician. This is tired. We’re consenting adults. If I want him,youhave nothing to say. You especially can’t police my pussy. My mama never did it.”
“It fucking shows,” Roxy said.
Symphony gasped. “You don’t know my history.”
“I don’t have to know your fucking history and I don’t want to know that motherfucker. You’re not my fucking priority. Bailey is. Mortician is. Fuckyou.”
“Mortician is a grown man. If he wants to fuck me, you can’t do a fucking thing about it. If Bailey appreciated him, he wouldn’t have considered fucking me.”
Kendall agreed, but she’d cut out her own fucking tongue before she admitted that to Symphony.
“If Bailey’s your priority,” Symphony bit out, “talk to that stupid bitch and leave me the fuck alone.”
Kendall was convinced that Roxy had been a prized fighter in a former life. She struck so fucking fast, no one had a chance to even comment before she was on her feet, snatching Symphony’s dreadlocks and punching her in her fucking mouth.
“Wait, wait, Roxy,” Zoann said, getting to her feet and rushing around just as Roxy punched Symphony again. “Take care of Tee. I’ll beat this bitch.”
“I’ll help,” Kendall volunteered.
“Help!” Symphony screamed, darting between Roxy and Tee, heading toward the door. “Call ‘911’.
Kendall planted herself in Symphony’s path. “Stay the fuck away from Mortician. You get to keep your job this time, but I fucking swear if you don’t back off from him, your life will be hell.”
Zoann tapped Symphony’s shoulder. “It will also be prematurely interrupted. Donotfuck with a vulnerable man.”
Her single punch sent Symphony flying. She landed with a thud near the table where they’d been sitting, grunted, and went limp, knocked out.
“Fuck,” Zoann complained, shaking her hand. “That fucking hurts.”
“As for you, motherfucker,” Roxy said, grabbing the broom and swinging it, cracking Tee across his back, “put some respect on my daughter’s marriage.”
Tee stumbled back, raising his hand to block another blow. The broomstick hit his hand, and he howled.
“If I fucking find out you encouraged Mortician to fuck over my baby girl, I’m beating his ass and yours,” she fumed, hitting his ass.
“I’m sorry!” he yelled, turning and running, but not before she whacked his side and his arm. He made it through the swinging doors.
Although Roxy chased him, he hurriedly locked her out.
“I’ll talk to Symphony,” he called, his voice traveling through the order window, though he didn’t show himself.
“Do that motherfucker,” Roxy ordered, throwing the broom aside.
“Your hand’s swelling,” Kendall said to Zoann. She sailed behind the counter and halted at the window. “Give us some ice.”
A tap sounded on the door.
“That’ll be some customers,” he said.
“Move that bitch out of the way,” Kendall instructed. “And if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll shut the fuck up.”
“Symphony won’t be happy,” Tee sniped, showing his fucking face. “She’s tough. She takes care of her younger sister because they’ve both had a hard life.”
“She’s not using my son-in-law for an easier one,” Roxy called.
“Tee, I suggest you tell Symphony it’s in her best interest to not only behave but to shut the fuck up,” Kendall cautioned, meeting his gaze and glaring at him. “She doesn’t get to disregard Bailey, fuck with Mortician, and come away unscathed.”
“This is her only fucking warning,” Zoann added darkly.
