As much as I've tried to explain s**t to her late at night while we were alone in bed, after the fireworks and her little high-strung ass was mellow, it seemed to have gone out the window. Or more like her new crew keeps putting s**t in her head.
"What is it that you think you're doing here?"
"You told me to handle it and so I am." She folded her arms to which I raised my brow and she corrected that s**t quick. I wasn't about to dress her down in front of everyone, but we'd talked about this s**t and she wasn't listening too good so something had to be done.
"First, those women that got you to go against me in this s**t, will not take your ass whipping for you, second, I told you more than once to leave this s**t alone. Instead of listening to me, you have decided to force my hand."
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