I feel bad for fuckin’ his neck up. “I apologize. I blacked out. I don’t know what da fuck I was doin’. But trust me. That’s not how I like to get it in.”

He raises his brow. “Mmmph. I can’t tell,” he mumbles under his breath as he walks into his bathroom. He turns on the sink faucet; lets the water run for a few minutes, then comes back out wit’ two rags up to his neck. He stares at me; watches me slip into my Vickies. I’m pissed that I didn’t get the rest’a my nut off. “So you bouncin’?”

“Well, yeah,” I say, snappin’ my bra up, “under the circumstances.”

“Who said I was ready for you to leave?”

“Oh, you not? Even after clawin’ ya neck up.”

He shakes his head, smirkin’. “Nah, I want you to chill. I’m good. It’s a flesh wound. I’ve had worse. But I ain’t gonna front, you had’a nigga shook for a minute the way you flipped, talkin’ all crazy ’n shit.” He stares at me, frownin’. “Yo, what popped off in that bathroom with you and ole girl?”

“I beat her ass,” I say matter-of-factly. I tell ’im how I brought it to that bitch’s face, splittin’ her shit wide open.

He shakes his head, rubbin’ his chin. “Damn. You all gangsta?”

“I was born and raised in da projects. Sleepin’ on a bitch ain’t what I do. A bitch come at me slick talkin’ ’bout how she gonna bring it, then she better be ready to get it in. Sittin’ back waitin’ on a bitch to get at me ain’t how I get down.”

“Oh, shit,” he says, shakin’ his head, grinnin’. “You sexy and ruthless, ma. That’s a dangerous combination.”

If this nigga only knew. “I bet I got you thinkin’ I’ma nut, now.”

“I know you fine as hell. And you got some good-ass pussy.”