Page 5 of Know Your Place

The woman giggled. “No, I’m single. You tryna change that?”

Not a fuckin’ chance.

“I’m sayin’, though, you look the fuck good. You tryna duck off somewhere and get to know each other while yo’ kids is occupied?”

She bit her lip in consideration, and I knew her ass was a bird. Icelynn would never. I mean, we fucked within hours of knowing each other, but she made a nigga work hard for that shit. My dick twitched just thinking about her, and my eyes found her again. My smile widened when I noticed her stomping toward us.

“That doesn’t sound too bad⁠—”

“Here. Drink this,” Icelynn said. She shoved a little carton of chocolate milk at me with a swirly, red straw.

I looked at her, confused, as she looked around impatiently.

“I don’t want this. Yo’ ass knows I’m lactose intolerant.” I tried to push the milk back at her.

“Drink.” Her stern expression landed on me.

I smiled. Baby was so pretty when she was mad.

“I don’t⁠—”

“You need to hydrate,” she insisted.

“Why?”

Icelynn glanced behind her at the woman I’d been talking to and then looked at me. “You seemed thirsty, nigga. Drink.”

I chuckled. “You funny, Juicy.”

“Do it look like I’m doin’ mothafuckin stand up right now?” she asked as she cocked her head to the side.

With a sigh, I put the red straw to my mouth and took a small sip. “Happy?”

Her eyes narrowed. “All of it, Beretta. Don’t fuckin’ play with me.”

I may not have known Icelynn for long, but I knew her well, which meant if I didn’t drink this shit, the liquid in the carton would end up all over my clothes, and probably my hair too.

I huffed out another breath and chugged the damn chocolate milk before I shoved the carton into her hands. “You can go now. I was speaking to . . .” I glanced at the woman with three kids and fucked-up teeth.

“Uh . . . Krissy.”

“Krissy.” I finished my sentence with amusement dancing across my face.

Icelynn’s brow arched. Still without acknowledging Krissy, she asked, “Oh yeah? About custody battles? Joint custody?”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Excuse me?” Krissy crossed her arms over her big breasts.

Icelynn glanced at Krissy again and shrugged. “It looks like you don’t know how to keep a man, and I figured you got a kid since you’re here at my nephew’s party. That means you must know a lot about joint custody.”

“Bitc—”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence, love. I beat bitches up for fun,” Icelynn replied as she looked at her nails nonchalantly.

Krissy needed saving, and she didn’t realize it. Icelynn was real-life crazy. I stepped between them and looked down at Icelynn. I grinned. “You tryna leave wit’ me?”

“Boy, fuck you,” she spat as she walked away.