“Oh, I did.” I grinned. “Because see… I warned you. On Christmas day, remember?” I asked. “I made it clear that you were to stay away from my wife. And listen… I know you didn’t know, but I still consider that strike one. ’Cause you were disrespectful.” “But these niggas aren’t—” “And then, there was strike two.” I kept talking. “You put your hands on her, put a bruise on my wife. You told her I couldn’t protect her. I told her she would never have to worry about that again. And then… strike three. You turned me into a liar, Eric.”
