"Two girls? Double the fun right." Said the excuse of a man as he passed us.
He turned, laughter erupting from him and his pose.
My girlfriend turned around, guiding me behind her, "What the fuck did you just say?"
Before he could get a word out she was throwing a punch, connecting square with his mouth.
She repeatedly punched him in the face, her other hand holding him in place by his jacket.
By the time his friends reacted, his face was bloody.
The other three men rushed Beyonce and she quickly dropped the beat up man, throwing two punches, each hitting a different man in the face.
She stepped back as she did so, ducking a punch from the third man just in time.
She held her own long enough for me to reach into my purse and retrieve her gun.
I held it between two fingers by the handle, with a limp wrist, "Babe, what do I do?"
She stepped back dodging a punch before she looked back at me.
She walked backwards, her eyes on them.
I could see the smile on her face from here.
I handed it over to her and all the men froze where they stood.
One of them helped their friend off the ground while the other two held their hands by their heads .
She chuckled, tooth gems dancing under the street lamp, "Yea, now what?"
I looked up at her, watching her sexy crazed expression in awe.
"Do y'all niggas not know who the fuck I am!?" She exclaimed.
She was referring to her status as "BK", one of the top and most respected drug dealers in Houston. She was known in other cities, her name held weight there as well.
She had few soldiers outside of the U.S. like here in London, they weren't nearly as known or even moved as much product as she did back home though.
"I forgot where I am," She chuckled. "Y'all don't know but y'all can find out." She smiled like a psychopath.
A sexy psychopath.
One of the men spoke up,"I got a daughter man."
"Now I'm a man. Babe I'm a man now." She turned to me laughing.
"This gun make me a man? I'd give this back to my girl and beat all y'all ass one on one." She took steps towards the man who spoke, placing the barrel of the gun directly in the middle of his forehead.
Sweat glistened under the gun, dripping down the side of his face as his breath hitched.
"I'm sorry-"
"But I'm not 'gone do that. I wouldn't want to leave a child without a father for such a petty reason. This was a really big nigga moment, just now, anyway." She laughed as she spoke, and I couldn't help but giggle.
