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Fist to my ribs.

I swung wild from the ground and barely grazed him. He hit me again. Harder. My ear ringing. Vision jumping.

This nigga was fucking me up.

Not playing. Not warning. Beating my ass in the middle of my job like I was some random.

“Nigga!”

Another punch caught me.

“I told you⁠—”

BAM.

“I was gonna⁠—”

Another one.

“FUCK YOU UP!”

“Levin, damn!”

I got an arm up and managed to shove some space between us, but this nigga was bigger than me and already had the advantage.

By then everybody on the fucking site was looking.

“What the fuck!”

“Yo!”

“Ayo, break that shit up!”

Boots started coming toward us.

Tyler turned.

He lifted his jacket.

Then pulled his gun.

“Stay the fuck back.”

Every nigga coming our way stopped.

Immediately.

Yeah.

Mind your fucking business.

Levin grabbed the front of my reflective vest and landed another punch.

“All right! Damn!”

He finally let me go.

I dropped back against the concrete, breathing hard.