Page 55 of All She Ever Wanted Was a Real One
“You think I give a fuck about whatever lies are comin’ outta your mouth to this woman? The only fuckin’ thing I care about isLex and the fact that you’re fuckin’ around on her with this chick and God knows who else.”
“Lex? How the fuck do you know my wife?”
“She ain’t your wife yet, nigga. I’m here to make sure of that.”
“Is that a threat, mothafucka?”
“It’s whatever you fuckin’ want it to be,” I barked, feeling my mind become overwhelmed as rage spread through my body like cancer. “To play in her face and think I’ma let that shit slide is insane.”
“Whatever my fiancée and I have going on is none of your concern. I don’t even know who the fuck you are!”
“I’m the nigga that’s gon’ make sure you don’t get another chance to break her fuckin’ heart.”
“I’ma say this one more time: Get the fuck out of my section before I make you,” Pat warned.
I chuckled. “Ain’t shit about me soft, nigga. If you touch me, Iwillviolate you.”
Pat turned and waved to his so-called friends. “Ay, somebody tell this nigga who I am.”
I shoved the nigga back a few steps, acting without factoring in all the consequences. But I didn’t give a fuck. I was done talking. My entire world had gone red, and my heart was pounding in my ears louder than the bass vibrating the speakers. The pregnant female quickly moved to the side, giving us space to rumble. He thrust for my waist, a move I’d anticipated. I barreled straight into him, moving with more anger than sense, as my elbow connected with his nose. Fresh blood splattered from the broken cartilage, sending him stumbling back a few steps and holding his nose. But I wasn’t finished. Once I had him in my grasp, I continued to pound several more punches into his face and abdomen, injuring him further.
I heard yelling and felt someone grab me from behind—maybe someone from his entourage or security. It didn’t matter.The only mothafucka I was focused on was Pat. He’d fucked with someone I loved, and I had no regrets about letting him feel the results of his careless actions. I broke away from the hand on my shoulder, shoving another faceless nigga as a frantic swing from his crumpled fist rushed after me, but I dodged it. The positioning of his arms was too loose, allowing every one of my body blows to get through. It was easy to tell his ass had never been in a street fight before.
I kept gunning for Pat. Knowing that he’d hurt Alexis had triggered something animalistic in me.One blow hit his lip, splitting it down the middle. He staggered backward, losing his balance. The wide-eyed expression on his face told me panic was surging through him at an all-time high. That nigga walked around like his shit didn’t stink and didn’t have the stamina to beat a real man in a one-on-one fight.
My heart rate increased, chest heaving in and out as sweat dripped off my forehead. Our conflict was the climax of something greater than his bullshit relationship with Lex that had clearly been built on lies, and my clenched fists and bloody knuckles were there to prove a point that I’d always known. He didn’t fuckin’ deserve her. A quick chop to that nigga’s throat sent him crumbling to his knees. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by security, but not before sending a knee to Pat’s face and slugging his bitch ass out cold. Even after being hauled out of the club with Herculean effort by four security guards and being shoved into the back of a police car, nothing could wipe the smirk of confidence off my face.
Flashing red and blue lights and doing a perp walk into the 42nd precinct wasn’t how I intended on ending my night, but there wasn’t an ounce of remorse in me. I’d beat that nigga’s ass again in a heartbeat behind Lex. I knew my feelings for her were more serious than I chose to acknowledge. Hell, I must’ve been head over heels in love with her to risk my freedom on the sameday I closed on my house. Whatever it was, that shit couldn’t be tamed anymore. I couldn’t run from it. I didn’t want to.Lex was at the epicenter of my heart. I would always be inclined to safeguard her.
After being fingerprinted and tossed into a holding cell for a couple of hours, they finally let me make a phone call. Of course, the first person I called was my sister. She was the only person who had the sit-down-and-shut-up card in my life. Plus, I knew she wouldn’t snitch to our parents, especially after she knew all the details.
“H-hello?” she answered groggily on the third ring.
“Shit. I didn’t even consider what time it was. Yo, Liv. It’s me. I’m in jail, and I need you to come get me.”
“Jail? What the hell are you doing in jail? At . . . two in the morning?”
I huffed into the dusty receiver. “It’s a long story.
“You ain’t going nowhere, nigga. You got time to tell me what the hell is going on!”
“I crashed out at the club, aight? Now, come bail me out.”
“On what or who?”
“I swear I’ll tell you every single detail when you get here. You coming, right?”
She loudly smacked her lips into my ear before yawning loudly. “Mm-hmm. You lucky I love you enough to bail your Black ass out of the slammer in the middle of the night.”
“Love you too, sis.”
I was wellinto REM sleep when my phone rang on the nightstand. By the sound of the ringtone alone, I already knew who it was. I huffed before lifting the eye mask from my eyes and rolling over to answer Pat’s phone call.
“Hello?”
“Baby, I need you to come pick me up from the hospital.”
My heart instantly kicked into overdrive. “The hospital? What happened? Are you okay?”
