Page 38 of Surrender to Love

“Yo’ girl and Matika,” he says.

“Nigga, what?” I question.

What? Kyrah’s fighting.

Ain’t no fucking way.

“Bruh, they tussling. Yo’ girl got her though,” he says, and damn it, he’s right. As soon as I step from under Kyrah’s ride and look toward the window, I see them. Kyrah is punishing Matika in front of the counter in the lobby. Matika is trying to stick with my baby, but she’s losing, losing bad. Kyrah isn’t slapping and pushing, she’s throwing blows. Two just landed on Matika’s face.

Damn!

I can’t lie, the shit is sexy and kind of funny. I knew Kyrah grew up in The Manor in CF but I didn’t know she had hands for real.

“Nigga, you gon’ stop them?” Black asks, bringing my focus back to real-time.

I have customers here. This shit is unprofessional as fuck.

“I got it,” I say and rush inside.

I have to bite the side of my lip to keep from smiling. Kyrah is fucking Matika up. The fight is truly over. Matika is on the floor now with Kyrah straddling her. One hand pins Matika’s right hand down and my baby’s other hand is balled in a fist, tagging Matika’s face.

“Bitch! Talk that shit now! His what? You’re my what? Say that slick shit again,” Kyrah grits between jabs, and again, sexy as fuck.

“Stop them!” one of the female customers cries.

There are only two left in the lobby. The others are standing outside, looking through the glass door. I glance at the lady then back at my baby whooping ass on the floor, shaking my head. I hook my arm around Kyrah and basically yank her off Matika. She puts up a fight, kicking and waving her arms, but she’s no match for me.

“Let me go!” Kyrah screams but I don’t until Matika scoots back and Black helps her up. Her lip is busted and her left eye is fucked up. The shit is swelling already.

I didn’t even see his ass come in.

As soon as Kyrah’s feet are on the floor, she turns around and pushes my chest. “Fuck you,” she spits with so much anger.

“You can’t be fighting up in here,” I fire back.

“Like I said, fuck you, fuck this shop, and fuck your little bitch too. Give me my damn keys. I’m leaving.” She shoves my chest again.

“My little bitch?” I repeat and her entire face gets tight as fuck.

“Lying ass negro,” she utters while shaking her head. Then her palm raises to my face. “My keys now!” she spits.

While all this attitude and anger is causing my damn dick to swell, her damn words are fucking it up. My little bitch?

Whatever she thinks isn’t a topic for this lobby. She’s not getting her keys because we obviously need to talk. I snake my arm around her, pull her into me, and lift her off the ground. With her kicking and cussing, I take her to my office and place her on the desk. She jumps off but bumps right into me.

I’m not letting her out of this office.

“You can calm down,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“And you don’t tell me what to do. Just give me my fucking keys so I can leave this damn shop. If I stay, I’m gon’ fuck up your little whore and you too,” she says and I chuckle. She doesn’t like my response though. Her hands shove into my chest again.

“You gon’ stop putting yo’ hands on me and stop calling that girl my bitch.”

At my words, she crosses her arms under her heaving breasts and my eyes are drawn there.

“What should I call your bitch then? Whore or sister wife? Because that’s what she called herself since she loves your fucking dick piercing,” she fires off.

“She said that shit?” I ask.