I was mad as fuck when I went to the floor and I didn't see Psalmist. "Yo, Cowboy Al, where is Skittles?" I asked my doorman.
"She's in VIP 2. Some dude paid twenty five bands for her."
I ran to the VIP room because I was afraid she was caught up with some random ass nigga or worse, Karmen has her tied up. I burst through the door and I saw her with Clint.
"Baby, you good?" I asked bursting through the door
"Baby? So that's why that girl been fucking with you?" Clint asked Psalmist.
"Clint, what the fuck you doing in my club?" I asked him. He knew better than to step foot in my territory.
"I came to see my sister," he answered. "Not that I owe you a fucking explanation."
"Nigga, ion give a fuck if that is your sister. This my muthafuckin' shit." I said getting in my fighting stance.
"You must forgot who the fuck you're talking to? Nigga, I'm the muthafuckin' king around this bitch. I don't give a fuck about this being your spot."
We were standing face to face. I was close to laying this muthafucka's lie down. Psalmist came and stood in front of me. "Hey, you," she said grabbing my face. "It's okay. I'm okay."
"Was Harper here?" I was hoping he hasn't found her.
"You know about what Harper did to her?" Clint asked me.
I rolled his eyes. Why the fuck this nigga talking to me? "Was he here, love?" I asked again, ignoring Clint.
"Yeah, he's here, and he's with Karmen. She brought him here to get me hurt."
"That'll never work. I'll kill that bitch first," I said. "Come on. Let's go home "
"You live with him?" Clint asked her.
"She's my fiancée; so of course she lives with me." I said just to piss him off.
"Are you happy, Missy?" Clint questioned.
"Yes, I am," she smiled. She faced me and said, "Damien has been the most amazing and loving guy I've ever met. He all I ever wanted."
Clint looked so defeated. "Okay, Missy. I'll handle Harper. Go be happy and stop looking over your shoulder."
He reached out for a hug. She embraced him. "I love you, Scar."
"I love you too," he said letting her go.
She grabbed my hand, and then we left. We went to the parking garage, and we hoped into my Camaro. I call her Silverfox.
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Once we were inside, Psalmist jumped over the console into my lap. She helped my face and pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss. She was about to wake the beast, if you know what I mean.
