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“Nobody is trying to replace you as Ryleigh’s mother. I have told you that more than once. Your problem is you don’t want anybody loving that baby unless they love you too, and that is not how family works.”

“My daughter don’t need you.”

“She loves me.” I shrugged.

“She’s three. She loves anybody that buys her shit.”

“Okay.”

“The point is she got money sitting somewhere, and I need some of it to keep a roof over her head.”

“Then fill the paperwork out.”

“And I already told you I’m not sending you shit.”

“Then I already told you the answer.”

Raya approached and slammed her hand on my desk. “I’m not asking permission to use my child’s money.”

I moved from behind my desk. I was taller than Raya, and I had her by at least ten pounds. She was about to see a side that I had been sparing her from.

“Legally, my hands are tied.”

“Fuck you!”

“Raya, that’s enough,” Grif said.

“Nah, everyone protects this bitch. She got all that nigga shit, but her pussy wasn’t good enough to give that nigga a baby.” She laughed and stuck her tongue out. “I’ll always be the last one to carry that nigga seed. Dumb ass bitch.”

I moved closer to her and Grif moved with me.

“Kyenna–” Grif started.

“Don’t touch me,” I warned him.

“Oh, now this bitch wants to fight because the truth hurts.”

She was doing so much talking that I done punched her in her fucking mouth so hard that one of her veneers was stuck in my hand. She was shocked until the blood started leaking from her mouth. She lunged, and that’s what I expected her to do. I had been raised by a man who believed his daughter should know how to count money, shoot a gun, and protect herself. My daddy didn’t raise me to stand around and pull hair. Raya swung wild. I ducked and caught her ass clean across her nose. She stumbled back into one of the chairs and fell to the floor. Grif called my name, but I wasn’t listening. I got on top of her ass and gave her fucking face a beating. Blow after blow, her head kept hitting the floor.

“You wanted this shit, bitch!”

That didn’t slow me down from continuing to punch her in the face. Grif pulled me off her and wouldn’t let me go. I was angry, and the bitch could’ve died in this bitch I wouldn’t have cared. That was years of built-up anger for her ass.

“Bitch you ain’t did shit.” She stumbled as she stood up.

Her eyes were barely open, and her teeth were missing.

“Move. Grif!”

“Chill out, Kyenna.”

Security came a few seconds later and dragged her ass out. My manager was standing in the corner with her mouth wide open.

“Fuck, my fucking hand is probably broken,” I said.

My phone started ringing, so I leaned to see if it was someone important. Shameek’s ass was calling.

“Did you text or call him?” I looked at my manager.