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.380. If this hound dog wanted to bring heat to the table, she was gonna catch a hot one fa’sho. I wasn’t taking no risks of getting cuts or scrapes to this pretty, moneymaking face.
    â€œYou better run my money, Butter, or it’s gonna be a problem. I let you go earlier not to fuck up the flow but, bitch, I’m back on my worst behavior.” Not backing down, she knew I hadn’t been close to her pile but her intentions were always to start drama with me. Walking toward me, I tilted my head left then right, cracking my neck, pretty much ready to go to war.
    â€œBitch, bring it ’cause I’m about sick of your wild beast-looking ass throwing shade at me ’cause you on a drought!” Every conversation around us had ceased; each eye was on me and Isis as we battled it out in the center of the locker room. Deciding it wasn’t the right time to pull out my pistol, I knew I could scrap her ass out anyway. I’d gotten in enough fights growing up with jealous females to be skilled at throwing jabs, so this wasn’t anything new. Dropping my duffel bag back onto the floor, I discreetly picked up my lock, clutching it in the palm of my hand. If she tested me running up wanting to test the biggest wolf, I’d crack her water-swollen head to the white meat.
    â€œTrust and believe ya pale-faced pussy ass can’t hang!” Isis took two steps before lunging in my direction. I wasn’t caught off-guard nor did I move two seconds too late. Exposing my right hand, letting Isis know the joke was truly on her, there was nothing she could do being already caught up in trying to throw the first blow. Screams, shrills, and gasps of disbelief were heard throughout the small locker room as my fist of steel (literally) slapped her in the face.
    The sound echoed off the walls.
    â€œAll you heffas around here better take a lesson from this ass whopping!” Going to town beating Isis to a pulp, blood was dripping down her busted forehead and jaw, both places I’d split open, before mistakenly dropping the lock onto the floor. Boiling with anger I couldn’t be contained. Isis had been the right one to fuck with me at the absolute wrong time. All of my pent-up aggression was taken out on her within a blink of everyone’s eyes.
    â€œYo’ what in the fuck! Break these broads up!” Hearing Frank screaming over all of the dancers cheering us on, I knew he was hotter than fish grease seeing total mayhem in his establishment. “Butter, Isis, break it up!” He pushed through the crowd of nudeness.
    I heard his voice getting louder, but the bodyguards he’d called out to probably hadn’t even heard him with the normal routine of getting drunk at the bar with Dolly.
    â€œG’on and tag that bitch a few more times before the guards come!” Not being able to recognize which dancer was serving orders, I tried whipping around with the quickness to catch whatever one was running up. I’d already been caught slipping with sneak attacks to my back.
    Turning to catch a glimpse over my shoulder, the same lock I’d split Isis’s cranium to the white meat with had knocked me in the ear.
    â€œAhh, fuck!” I shouted hearing my eardrums ringing loudly then simultaneously feeling my head throb. Dropping the handful of Isis’s hair I was holding her still by, I grabbed the other dancer by her long weave, whipping her down onto the floor. Able to overpower her, we wrestled as I fought not to be embarrassed or whitewashed. These mangy broads keep coming for me. Dumb hoes didn’t even know I was cut from the same poor, insignificant cloth as them. Isn’t no shame in my game. Me and the less-than-attractive dancer exchanged a few blows before the guards pulled us off of one another. I was still going so crazy trying to attack both her and Isis that I fucked around and clawed Dazz’s face.
    â€œYo Butter, chill out, my baby, damn!”