21 #3
“Girl bye. I don’t, never did and never will fuck with you. And yeah, bitch, stalk is the right word. How else would you explain the air tag in my baby’s car? Ole pick me ass hoes make me sick.”
Diva was on one and ready for whatever. She saw the look of embarrassment that crossed Caprice’s face and she did right to feel stupid.
Coming over there to be messy was the wrong move.
“How’s Dash?” Caprice asked as she laughed like something was funny.
That was it for Clo. She didn’t have nothing to say to Caprice. They weren’t friends and she didn’t owe her nothing. But the bitch had life fucked up if she thought she was gon’ play in her face like she was scary.
Before Diva had a chance to reply, the DJ started playing the shots song, prompting Iva and Clover to hop on top of the bar. He was telling people to get their free shots at the bar, but they never even got a chance to. Clover was dancing her way over to Caprice until she was right in her face.
“Oh shit!” Iva and Diva yelled simultaneously when Clover kicked her in the face like she was auditioning for a Bruce Lee movie.
As soon as she did, she grabbed Caprice by her ponytail and went to work on her face.
All the shit that Caprice talked was not being backed up by her actions.
She was swinging blindly with one hand while trying to cover her face with the other.
Clover remembered everything that she’d ever said about her or done to her since the first day they met.
“Bitch, I’m sick of you, hoe!” Clover was yelling as she slammed Caprice’s head down on the bar.
Dash and Monty ran out of the back, shocked to see Clover beating Caprice like she gave birth to her.
Dash made a move to stop her, but Monty held him back.
Instead, he pulled out his phone and started recording.
Clo was tired, and he understood her frustration.
Caprice thought she was untouchable because of her family but she had life and Clover fucked up.
“I wish one of you hoes would! It’s one on one. Don’t get mad cause that messy hoe is getting dealt with.” Diva squared up when she saw two of Caprice’s cousins rushing over to the fight.
“I dare a bitch to touch my friend. That’s what happens when a hoe talk too much.” Iva grabbed the iron bat that she kept behind the bar and twirled it. The DJ had stopped the music and turned the lights on, giving everyone a better view of the drama.
Trent hated to see his cousin getting done dirty so he made a move to pull Caprice away.
That obviously was the wrong move because a bone crushing blow to the side of his face had him trying to defend himself instead.
Dash was delivering blows that felt like boulders being slammed into his face.
He was grateful for his cousin who tried to jump in, but that was short-lived.
Dash’s brother came out of nowhere and body slammed him, ceasing all movement.
Trent tried his best to stay upright and fight back but he lost the battle.
He ended up falling down right next to his cousin.
The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was Dash’s foot coming down on his face.
“Y’all cut that shit out. Get your brother, Monty. Y’all get Clover off that big bitch and everybody can get the fuck out. The party is over!” Dot yelled when she rushed from the back.
Her bar was in complete chaos and she was about to shut it down.
She was pissed that she cooked all that food, but it wasn’t going to waste.
Her regulars would be more than happy to buy plates since they loved her cooking.
Dot felt bad for the lady who threw the party so she pushed through the crowd to find her.
“You good, Lucky?” Dash asked when he walked over to Clover. He grabbed her face and inspected it for injuries. God forbid if she had a scratch on her. Caprice was gonna get boxed up like a nigga on the streets. He was satisfied when he saw that Clover’s only injuries were a few broken nails.
“Yeah, I’m straight.”
Clover was sweating like she ran a marathon. Diva handed her a bottle of water and made her take a seat behind the bar. The DJ was ushering everybody out of the building, but a crowd had gathered in one spot.
“Aye, y’all might need to call the ambulance. Dude is on the floor shaking like he’s been electrocuted.” The DJ was barking out orders while he tried to make sure the crowd disbursed.
“Damn, lil bro, you fucked ole boy up.” Monty stood on a chair and saw that it was Trent who everybody was trying to help. His face was covered in blood and he appeared to be having a seizure.
“Fuck him and his people.” Dash frowned angrily.
“Oh shit! Are you okay, Clo?” Diva patted Clover’s back as she stood over the trash can and threw up.
“Yeah, I just feel a little dizzy.” Clover was moving around so much that the room seemed to be spinning. She had just eaten before she got there and that didn’t help. She drank some water before she sat down in the chair that Dash grabbed.
“I had a feeling that something was gonna happen when I first saw that bitch Caprice in here,” Diva fussed.
“Thanks.” Clover nodded in appreciation when Dash pressed a cold towel up to her forehead. It felt amazing and helped her cool down.
A little while later, Trent was taken away by an ambulance that some of his people followed. Once the bar and parking lot were empty, they all helped Dot get her place cleaned up before they went their separate ways.
Clover didn’t need him to, but Dash followed her home and made sure she got inside safely. He wanted to beg her to let him come in but he didn’t want to keep pressing her. He needed her like he needed air but he had to respect her wishes, at least for the moment.