He snickered as he took his hand off of Khevasiah.s thigh. "Oh, it.s like that ba... The burly man asked Khevasiah. Why don't you tell this bitch ass nigga who the fuck he fucking with!" The burly man got really upset at the fact that Khevasiah did not tell him that she was here with Junya. Khevasiah aided in the angry quarrel right in front of him and his crew. Had the burly man known that Khevasiah came with her man, he would not have scooped her the way he did. He had been telling Khevasiah that he was the CEO of a successful record label out in NYC.
His record label had only been out for about 1 and . years, and already the label
launched two multi platinum artists, and were looking for another rapper to
market. The labels success had come from an R&B group, and a female rapper.
From the time Khevasiah came over to the table with her homegirl Naika, the
burly man had his hands all over Khevasiah. Khevasiah did not object not one
time, neither did her friend.
Junya.s eyebrows flared up with an extreme look of hatred on his face. He
moved closer to the burly man, and the burly man stood up; with only
Khevasiah.s legs in between them at the table.
The two men stared cold into each others eyes; their tempers engulfed in rage.
"It.s obvious to me, and everyone else here...that your bitch don't want to
be with you right now...why don't you fucking listen! You got a mother fucking
problem son?" The burly man barked at Junya.
"Yea...I have two, Junya responded sarcastically. One, you calling my
woman a bitch, and two..."
Junya looked down at the table out of the corner of his eye and saw a
champagne bottle that had not been opened.
"Two is niggas like ya.ll always talking shit." Junya added.
Just as quick as the burly man had got into Junya.s face, he swept his left
hand across the table, grabbed the champagne bottle by the neck and swung it to
the head of the burly man. The bottle did not break, but it knocked the burly
man backwards instantly. Junya grabbed Khevasiah by her arm and ran through
the club. The burly mans. crew got up immediately and proceeded with the
chase. Khevasiah forced her hand free before the two had even run past the table
where they initially sat.
Her drink was still on that table.
"What the fuck is your God damn problem? Huh? Khevasiah yelled in a
high pitch voice at Junya. You know what...fuck you that is what you get for
overreacting them boys gonna whoop your ass!"
Sure enough, as soon as Khevasiah gave Junya that warning, one of the
men that were chasing Junya dove at Junya.s legs; knocking him to the floor. He
slowly got up on Junya and held his arms down to the floor. A kick went to
Junya.s side. Before Junya could yell from the impact of the hard boot, he felt
more kicks come from more feet belonging to the burly mans crew. Junya.s head
jerked sideways across the floor as a foot went to the side of his head. Punches
were thrown at Junya.s face, making his eye feel hot.
His nose felt like it was
running, but the juice from it was warm. Junya broke one of his arms free and
attempted to cover his face. He turned to the right side of his body in attempt to
roll out from underneath the foot stomping. As he did that, a boot kicked Junya
square in the left shoulder blade. Out of all of the kicks, that one had hurt the
most. Junya could not yell for help, for his mouth was filled with blood. Junya
knew no one who was going to help him; not security, especially not his
girlfriend.