“Yeah, I was f*****g ‘em, too!” She twisted her lips and moved her neck like a chicken head, folding her arms across her chest. Azule wasn’t all she thought he would be. She believed he was a real prize since her girl had him, but boy was she wrong. Although the Faison knockoff did take good care of her and give her that good good, the nigga had a problem with putting his mothafucking hands on her. Now, don’t get it tangled and twisted, she wasn’t just letting him go upside her head, nah, she was chunking them with his big ass, too. But what chance could she stand against him? He was a man and she was a woman. Kantrell didn’t know who she was mad at the most: herself for snatching Azule’s unruly ass or Chevy for making it so easy for her to take her man.
“b***h!” Chevy clenched her teeth
