Page 52 of Color Me Broken
Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand.”
But Juelz? He didn’t toss his money. Nah! This crazy ass nigga didn’t make it rain theregularway likenormalpeople. He balled up a thick wad of singles, a crumpled, hard fist of paper, and with the wild, unfocused energy of his rage, he threw it as if he were a pitcher throwing the first pitch of the game. Not a gentle throw either, but a sharp ass, humiliating strike.
The wad of cash hit Cali’ Rack right in the center of her forehead as she turned around.
“Nigga, are you outta yo muthafuckin’ mind? The fuck wrong witchu,” she shouted with rage.
Caramel Drizzle popped her gum, then side-eyed Juelz. “Uhn-uh. Don’t get snatched up outta this bitch actin’ stupid. You know you can’t throw that shit like that.”
Juelz shot her a look, unfazed. “You shut the fuck up,Starbucks. With that fake-ass made from Fix-A-Flat.” He dug in his pocket for more cash, balling it up, throwing it her way. “Here! Go fix those big ass bullet holes in ya ass.”
He tried to throw another wad of ones toward her, but this time Sintonio blocked it.
“Nigga. C’mon, let’s go outside. You need some air.”
Cali was still in shock, rubbing her temple, her smile completely gone. The beat cut out slightly, and a few onlookers turned to see what all the commotion was about.
“Pick up the money, bitch,” Juelz shouted, his voice hoarse but audible even with the loud music playing. Kane and Sintoniowere quick to haul him out of the section, but he was still going in on the dancer. “You earned it.” He started singing, as they pulled him roughly, “Shake that ass. Bitch, and lemme see what you got! Shake… shake that ass?—”
Cali froze for a second, lips tight, but then she bent down and started scooping the bills. She’d been in the game too long to let one drunk idiot ruin her night.
Kane apologized to Cali’ Rack and gave her a stack of cash, and one to the other two ladies as he passed by. He couldn’t believe Juelz showed his ass like that. “My bad, ladies. We got him. He just needs some air.”
That was a lie. Juelz was still thrashing, veins popping in his neck as Sintonio kept an arm locked across his chest, dragging him like dead weight. “Nigga! Calm down?—”
“She ain’t speshul,” Juelz slurred, trying to break loose. “All this ass in here and she think I can’t replace one bitch?—”
“Aye! AYE!”Mar snapped, getting in his face. “Chill out, nigga. What the fuck wrong witchu?”
Juelz laughed, loud and hollow. “Fuck you mean? I’m good.”
Shugaa Cane leaned toward Cali, whispering, “Girl, it’s always the broke ones.”
Juelz heard her. “The fuck you say?” He began trying to charge at her. “You better watch that shit.”
Cali didn’t respond. She just climbed back on stage, hips moving again, but her eyes stayed cold. Checked out. She was ready to throw the towel in and say fuck being a stripper.
Security finally stepped in, two big niggas in black tees, arms crossed, faces wearing a scowl that said they were over Juelz's shit.
“Time to go, boss,” one of them said, firm but respectful.
Juelz tried to pull away again. “Whoa… whoa… whoa! Look at these big black jellybean ass niggahs. Y’all touch me, and I’ll own thiswhole fuckin’ club.”
Security didn’t blink.
“Let’s go.”
They guided him out the side door. The cold night air slapped Juelz in the face as soon as they stepped outside. The bass thudded faint behind the walls now, muted like it didn’t belong to him anymore.
Juelz bent over, hands on his knees, gagging but not throwing up. Just breathing hard. Sweat was soaking the collar of his shirt.
Mar stood a few feet away, arms folded. Kane leaned against the wall, shaking his head.
“Bruh,” Kane said finally. “You wilding. Straight up.”
Juelz wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed again. A broken sound. “Man, fuck this shit.”
Sintonio looked at him, expression unreadable. “Nah. Fuck whatever that got you actin’ like this. You been spazzing out lately, Jue. Whaddup?”
