Page 110 of Just Listen
“Yep. I had a taste for a seafood boil, and didn’t feel like driving,” I explained, while traveling through my house.
“You mean to tell me Chef Malice didn’t cook?”
“Nope. He wanted a seafood boil too.”
“So, he’s at home, right now?”
“Yeah. Him and Khari are taking a nap,” I let her know, while jogging downstairs. “They’ll probably be up in a few,” I guessed, while approaching the door. “Hi,” I smiled, as I pulled the door open.
“Tell Khamere to come out here and talk to me,” Paisley demanded, as she stood on my porch, clad in mere tiny Nike biker shorts and a sports bra.
She was flanked by three other girls, who were all dressed similarly. They were all decent looking, ranging from the shade of chocolate to caramel. I’m pretty sure that they were probably Paisley’s running buddies or something, because none of them appeared too threatening.
I frowned, as my heart pounded in my chest. “The fuck are you doing here?”
“Jaylah, who is that?!” Riah loudly questioned.
“Paisley. She just pulled up with three bitches,” I spoke into my phone.
“Oh, hell no! I’m on the way, but stay on the phone!”
“Bitch, you can’t hear?” One of the girls spat. “Go get that nigga, before we get to dragging yo ass out here.”
“Oh, I can definitely go get him,” I claimed, knowing damn well that if I was going to get anything, then it would be my gun. “But I’m trying to figure out why y’all are on my property.”
“Because we can.” Paisley folded her arms across her breasts. “And what? The fuck are you gonna do about it?”
“Exactly,” another broad co-signed.
“It’s the playing dumb for me,” a different girl wisecracked. “Like you aint laying up with the next bitch’s nigga over here.”
“The next bitch’s nigga?” I crinkled my nose. “Nah, you bitches have clearly been duped into tagging along on a dummy mission. The fuck I look like playing second to anybody? Paisely and that man haven’t been a thing for damn near six months. And I guess she’s been doing a good job of painting a narrative, until he locked her ass out of that house.”
“Shut up, hoe!” Paisley raged, as she charged at me.
My natural reflex kicked that bitch right in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
“Bitch,” somebody gritted, as they snatched my hair, attempting to yank me back.
That’s when the other girls seized that opportunity to attack. I don’t remember when I dropped my phone, as I was swinging. They kept trying to slam me on the ground, but I wouldn’t budge. Then when one of those bitches got close enough, Iplaced them in a headlock, while everybody else was kicking and punching me.
“I oughta slice this bitch’s face,” Paisley gritted, causing panic to settle into my chest.
“Say, what the fuck?!” I suddenly heard Malice’s voice, while somebody was whamming my head.
“Ahhh!” One of the girls screeched, as I heard powerful blows connecting.
One by one, they each let out a scream, as Malice viciously knocked them off their feet. Eventually, he got to the last girl who was pulling my hair.
“Let her go, hoe!” He gritted, before punching her in the face.
Blood instantly gushed from her nose, as she released my hair. Then I immediately stepped over to Paisley, who was trying to climb off the ground, and stomped her dead in the pussy.
“Bitch!” I seethed, as my nose leaked.
“Get the fuck off this property,” Malice fumed, as he literally drug two of the girls off the porch, causing their heads to bump against the steps.
Just then, I heard the screech of tires, as a Lam SUV jotted into my driveway. Then before my mind could compute who was behind the wheel, Keyasia and Wale hopped out. Wasting no time, Key went after the third girl, who was hitting Malice’s back, trying to get him to release her friends.
