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Dave & Busters | Dallas, Texas
Thursday, August 17, 7:11 P.M.

Deonte's POV

"Gabby?" Tate exclaimed with a frown on his face. Kyrah instantly scoffed and Malik ran his hand down his face and a low grunt emanated from his chest. I recognized Gibby from her IG from when Asha sent me a screenshot of her to talk shit earlier.

I can't be surprised that after the whole Traggus thing that Asha wanted to be on point since Gibbus already paid her a visit. Like clockwork, here she is.

Me and my people just spent the last two hours playing games, taking pictures, signing autographs, having a good time on some chill shit.

Thought her stupid ass was supposed to go to Houston to handle her business but I guess her priorities is elsewhere. With me. In my face, staring down at me with a white cocktail dress on, make up, and clearly not dressed to be in Dave and Busters with her goofy ass.

"So, Deonte. I hear you're single, mind if I get your number?" Ginny asked me seductively, resting her hand over mind leaning forward, disregarding the fact that Tate called for her attention.

She bold ain't it?

I glanced at her hand on mine, then looked at her with a blank stare and said "Giggiana, get yo fucking hand off me. Ion know you like that."

"You sur-" before she could finish her sentence, Tee-tee grabbed the butter knife from the napkin roll and slammed the tip of it on the top of her hand, causing Gilley to snatch her hand back to massage the pain away.

Glad that shit ain't go through. I removed my hand from the table and looked and Tee-Tee bloodthirsty and psychotic ass with a glare. Her nostrils were flared and her eyes was crazed.

"My brother said no touching. Everyone that came two seconds Tate and Deonte had to pay up. For a picture, a signature, it don't fucking matter. Yo cheap ass is no different. So pay up," Tee-Tee hissed, dropping the butter knife and turning her hand over to Glizzy to hand over five dollars.

I don't know how much money she and Malik made today with this bullshit, but I pinched the bridge of my nose, and chuckled. Tee-tee was doing good, but her ass slipped right back into some shit with her crazy ass.

"I'm not paying you! You just fucking stabbed me you tramp!" Guysin whined.

"Tramp!? Bitch I would-"

"Chill, chill, chill sis," Tate tried to reason with Tee-Tee with his hands up, trying to keep his composure and hold back his laugh. Kyrah had her phone out recording and giggling at this shit. Malik and I shook our heads. This is Tee-Tee.

"Tate? Who is this chick?!" Gizzy said like she was all baffled and shit. No one told her to pop up on us. No one.

"Gabby, you and Levi are over. Hang it up. Deonte taken, move around. You shoulda drove yo ass down to Houston to take care of your business. I'm not above hitting my brother up to turn that thirty days into two. Me and my family chilling and we don't fuck with you like that. So get the fuck own with yo duck ass, straight up," Tate said with a blank look on his face.