Single Ladies by Blake Karrington

wasn’t the first time Falisha had to deal with one of Fox’s scallywags. He had a few young chicks he dealt with, none of whom knew how to play their part, leaving it up to Falisha to have to put them in their place. To be as cute as she was, Falisha knew how to fight and she did it well, but every now and again it seemed like somebody had to test her.
    â€œI’ll take care of it,” Fox said in frustration as he got out of the truck.
    When Gena saw Fox open his door she darted around to the driver side hoping she could catch the door before it closed. Before she could get to it, Fox grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down the street away from the truck.
    â€œDidn’t I tell you to stop acting like a fuckin’ kid?” Fox snapped, towering over her.
    â€œAnd didn’t I tell you to stop bringing dese bitches around here?” Gena shot back. “You ain’t gon’ be happy ’til I beat one of their asses,” she said, attempting to break for the truck.
    Fox grabbed her again, stopping her from getting embarrassed. He knew Falisha was going to end up beating the shit out of her, so he was trying to save her.
    â€œWhy don’t you get out the car, you dumb bitch?” NeNe, one of Gena’s girlfriends, said tapping on the passenger side window. “You dirty-ass hood rat.”
    Falisha sat there and looked at the young girl like she was an alien. NeNe had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she was about to find out. Falisha didn’t care that this wasn’t her neighborhood, nor did she care about the crowd of people standing outside of the projects looking on. There was just so much disrespect she was going to take.
    â€œTell ya fuckin’ friend to get away from my car,” Fox yelled at Gena as he held her back. The whole time NeNe stood outside of the car yelling and talking crazy about what she was gonna do. Falisha calmly prepared for the fight.
    â€œThese li’l girls is working my fuckin’ nerves,” Falisha mumbled as she began taking off her earrings. “Don’t go nowhere,” she yelled through the window while pulling her hair into a ponytail.
    She looked down at her brand new cream Michael Kors wedges and shook her head, only mad that she was about to mess up a pair of good shoes. That made her a little angrier in itself.
    As soon as Falisha stepped out of the car, the fight was on. NeNe rushed her, but Falisha grabbed her by the head and started kneeing her in the face. She was slinging NeNe around like a rag doll by her hair. Gena snapped seeing that. She wildly broke away from Fox, who was standing there fascinated by the work Falisha was putting in.
    Falisha didn’t see her coming but she damn sure felt Gena sneak her from the side. Gena was a little wilder when it came to fighting. She threw what seemed like a hundred punches in ten seconds. Falisha caught the brunt of most of the punches because she wouldn’t let go of NeNe. She eventually let NeNe go, then turned around and went toe to toe with Gena.
    It didn’t take long for Falisha to get the upper hand on Gena, and when she did, she beat the hell out of her. All you could hear was a bunch of oohs and aahs coming from the crowd of people who had tuned into the fight. Falisha had beat NeNe up so bad she didn’t want any more trouble. She just lay on the ground looking up at Falisha whooping Gena’s ass.
    â€œA’ight, a’ight, dat’s enough,” Fox yelled as he made his way through the crowd and stepped between the two girls. It took him a minute or two but Fox eventually pulled Falisha off of Gena then put her back in his truck. Fox was laughing the whole time, finding it amusing that young, beautiful women would still fight over him. He also knew how much Falisha could get down and found it entertaining when she did her thing. Her fight game was one of the many reasons why Falisha was his main chick; and, until