Page 5 of Gang of Roses: Kash

“Fuckin’ bitch!” he yelled as his knees buckled and his voice jumped about three octaves.

I added a slight twist to my grip.

“Aight, aight. Damn!”

“See, there go that bitch word.” I tightened my grip, damn near crushing whatever he was working with, and if I had to guess, it wasn’t much.

“I-I said aight!”

“What type of apology is that? Meekie, do that sound like an apology to you?”

“I didn’t hear one,” she said giving him attitude.

I added another twist to my grip, damn near ready to detach his dick from his body. He winced in pain while he tried to stand on his feet. He was trying so hard to get away from my hand.

“Kash, shit! I’m sorry!” he cried out.

“How the fuck you know my name, bitch ass nigga?”

“I heard the bartender say it!” I stared at him for another second before releasing him.

He immediately cupped himself and folded over, whimpering like somebody’s pussy ass son had shot his ass. I tossed the broken bottle onto the bar.

“Crying like a hoe over some balls that didn’t hold no weight is crazy work, don’t you think?”

A few people around us laughed at the fact that I was calling his dick small. I was so zoned out I damn near forgot they were here.

Meekie stood behind the bar with her mouth hanging open.

I picked my drink back up and threw the rest of it back.

Seeing that Meekie hadn’t taken her eyes off me, I questioned, “What?”

She blinked steadily before answering with, “You just…”

“I don’t do all that touching me bullshit. I take that as a threat and on my best bitch life I’ll always choose me.”

She threw her hands up saying, “I understand.”

“Then why you looking surprised?”

She shook her head and reached for the bottle to refill my glass. “Nothing, just… Girl, remind me never to piss you off.”

“Don’t let the small frame and blonde hair fool you, love,” I said, throwing the drink back.

So much for a sip and chill.

It was time for me to get back to Magnolia Valley and route some shit up before my ass caught a charge in a place I didn’t know. I grabbed two crisp hundreds from my crossbody and slapped them on the bar.

“I didn’t see any property damage, but here’s your tip for the drink and the mess I made.”

She waved me off. “Girl, I got you. This was the highlight of my night and for damn sure less mess than a brawl. You good.”

“I’m gon’ catch you later, Meekie,” I said throwing up the deuces. She prolly wouldn’t ever see me again, but I appreciated her company while I was in her city.

“Okay. See you next time.”

I doubt it.