Shante slid me a drink. “You got it bad for her… every man that has come through those doors has stopped to talk to her.” “Oh yeah? Which ones?” I asked, taking back my shot of Don Julio, while waiting for Shante to point out the niggas I needed to beat the fuck up. Yasin shook his head. “Last I checked you both single as fuck.” “Shante,” I replied, ignoring him talking about some shit that didn’t pertain to me. All that single shit went out the window when another nigga was smiling up in her face. Yasin looked at Shante. “Don’t you even point them out… we cool tonight.” “You fired, Shante… go
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