couch, and break night watching the Law & Order marathon.”
“You’re playing, right?”
“Heck no. I’m staying up all night and then I’m taking tomorrow off.”
“Well, I guess it’s better than getting another pair of shoes.”
Olivia punched him in the arm.
Olivia jumped out of her sleep when she heard the pounding on her front door. She looked at her clock, it was ten in the morning. She broke night watching Law & Order as planned, and had just drifted to sleep. She grabbed her robe and rushed to the door, thinking it was one of her brothers.
“Hold on,” she said as she slid the bolt off. She stepped back in shock when she opened the door.
“You’re through,” Byron shouted, with spittle flying out his mouth. He threw a 9x12 manila envelope at her. “You think you can play me, bitch? I’m going to show you how to play the game. When I’m done suing you, you’re going to be selling you’re ass. I’m closing your whore house down.”
“What are you talking about?”
Byron lifted his hand as if he was going to smack her. “See you in court.” He spat at her feet and marched to his car. He filled the early morning with screeching tires as he pulled off.
Olivia looked at the envelope that she realized she was clutching to her chest. She opened it and pulled out the piece of paper that was balled up in it. In big letters Byron had written “FUCK YOU’. As she read the letter, her hands started shaking. She pulled out the pictures that were inside. She looked at them one, by, one. Each one made her madder than the last. She threw them against the wall and sat in the middle of the floor and cried.
Olivia’s grief quickly turned to scorching anger. She ran to her room and threw on a pair of jeans, a sweater, and a pair of sneakers. She snatched her car keys up and ran out her house, leaving the front door wide open. She slowed down to the speed limit. She realized in her rush to get to the salon, she didn’t have her license on her. She couldn’t afford getting pulled over. Not now. She had some work to put in. Her car came to a screeching halt. She jumped out without turning it off.
Miki’s eyes lit up when she saw Olivia walk in. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the dark look on her face. Olivia scanned the salon until she spotted the dead man walking. The whole scene unfolded in slow motion as Olivia ran up on Lynise and delivered her wicked left hook to the side of Lynise’s temple. She collapsed like a beach chair. Olivia kicked her motionless body three times before remembering she had two more victims. She looked up like a rabid dog and her eyes locked with Lynise’s two friends who Jon-Jon had convinced her to hire, Renee and Simone.
Renee backed up and was about to run for the front door, but Baby grabbed her by her long weave and used her face as a punching bag. She didn’t know what Lynise and her friends did, but to see Olivia ready to catch a body, had her ready to be her co-defendant. Esther, Grace and Miki were all on the same page. Esther started after Simone who was now scrambling toward the front door. Grace stood in front of it like a raging bull ready to charge. Miki came flying from behind the reception desk with a bat. Chuck ushered the customers out and locked the door as Jordan tried to break up the simultaneous fights. When Chuck turned around, Olivia was on top of Simone pounding her face in like a meat tenderizer. Baby and Esther had tag teamed Renee. Miki stood in the center of it all gripping the bat, thirsty to bash somebody’s head in.
Lynise made the fatal mistake of coming to and trying to get to her feet. Miki’s face twisted into a mask of anger as she swung the bat at Lynise’s head. God must’ve been on Lynise’s side, because she twisted her ankle as she tried to get up and fell. The bat skinned the top of her head, causing her to gasp.
One of the customers must’ve seen Jon-Jon on their way down the block, because he was at the
“You’re playing, right?”
“Heck no. I’m staying up all night and then I’m taking tomorrow off.”
“Well, I guess it’s better than getting another pair of shoes.”
Olivia punched him in the arm.
Olivia jumped out of her sleep when she heard the pounding on her front door. She looked at her clock, it was ten in the morning. She broke night watching Law & Order as planned, and had just drifted to sleep. She grabbed her robe and rushed to the door, thinking it was one of her brothers.
“Hold on,” she said as she slid the bolt off. She stepped back in shock when she opened the door.
“You’re through,” Byron shouted, with spittle flying out his mouth. He threw a 9x12 manila envelope at her. “You think you can play me, bitch? I’m going to show you how to play the game. When I’m done suing you, you’re going to be selling you’re ass. I’m closing your whore house down.”
“What are you talking about?”
Byron lifted his hand as if he was going to smack her. “See you in court.” He spat at her feet and marched to his car. He filled the early morning with screeching tires as he pulled off.
Olivia looked at the envelope that she realized she was clutching to her chest. She opened it and pulled out the piece of paper that was balled up in it. In big letters Byron had written “FUCK YOU’. As she read the letter, her hands started shaking. She pulled out the pictures that were inside. She looked at them one, by, one. Each one made her madder than the last. She threw them against the wall and sat in the middle of the floor and cried.
Olivia’s grief quickly turned to scorching anger. She ran to her room and threw on a pair of jeans, a sweater, and a pair of sneakers. She snatched her car keys up and ran out her house, leaving the front door wide open. She slowed down to the speed limit. She realized in her rush to get to the salon, she didn’t have her license on her. She couldn’t afford getting pulled over. Not now. She had some work to put in. Her car came to a screeching halt. She jumped out without turning it off.
Miki’s eyes lit up when she saw Olivia walk in. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the dark look on her face. Olivia scanned the salon until she spotted the dead man walking. The whole scene unfolded in slow motion as Olivia ran up on Lynise and delivered her wicked left hook to the side of Lynise’s temple. She collapsed like a beach chair. Olivia kicked her motionless body three times before remembering she had two more victims. She looked up like a rabid dog and her eyes locked with Lynise’s two friends who Jon-Jon had convinced her to hire, Renee and Simone.
Renee backed up and was about to run for the front door, but Baby grabbed her by her long weave and used her face as a punching bag. She didn’t know what Lynise and her friends did, but to see Olivia ready to catch a body, had her ready to be her co-defendant. Esther, Grace and Miki were all on the same page. Esther started after Simone who was now scrambling toward the front door. Grace stood in front of it like a raging bull ready to charge. Miki came flying from behind the reception desk with a bat. Chuck ushered the customers out and locked the door as Jordan tried to break up the simultaneous fights. When Chuck turned around, Olivia was on top of Simone pounding her face in like a meat tenderizer. Baby and Esther had tag teamed Renee. Miki stood in the center of it all gripping the bat, thirsty to bash somebody’s head in.
Lynise made the fatal mistake of coming to and trying to get to her feet. Miki’s face twisted into a mask of anger as she swung the bat at Lynise’s head. God must’ve been on Lynise’s side, because she twisted her ankle as she tried to get up and fell. The bat skinned the top of her head, causing her to gasp.
One of the customers must’ve seen Jon-Jon on their way down the block, because he was at the
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