Page 153 of Love's Most Wanted

Silence hung in the air and a slight sound made me look off to the side to see her husband lingering at the bottom of the stairs like he’d planned to intervene. He must’ve known his girl was about to get knocked out if she kept playing.

Scoffing because I wasn’t about to even go there, I opened my door. I started getting in but before I could all the way, my scalp began screaming as this stupid bitch yanked me from my car with the strength of ten horses.

“Told you women who don’ gave birth got Hulk strength,” Cemone commented just as I swung on Anastazia, simply grazing her face only though. I hadn’t gotten my balance but now that I had, I was about to take out all my anger on her.

As soon as I got on my feet correctly, she hit me in the face and then came another one of her fists. While the bitch looked feminine and soft, she hit like she was built like a bison and I will be honest, I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for it.

I swung back, several times, and though I got some hits in, she was faster than me. Her quick hits and with all that power behind them begun to daze me a bit, throwing me off to where I was now hitting her in stupid ass areas like her shoulder and arm. Her fists were like lightening, punching me all over my fucking head. And every time I was able to throw a hit, she bobbed back, and I would either miss or only graze her.

The ladies cheered loudly for their friend, clearly recognizing that she was getting the best of me. I tried to get her hair, but the bitch had it tied up and out of reach. That was the right move and since I hadn’t planned on fighting, I didn’t do the same.

Even worse, every time I’d try to focus on grabbing her shit, I’d get pounded four more times in the face.

Blood pooled in my mouth and my eyes began to twitch in pain, making me panic. I could not lose. I had never lost a fight and I’d fought some heavy hitter bitches. I wasn’t about to lose to this pretty girl. But damn did she hit hard as hell. It made me wonder why she didn’t just beat her ex’s ass or hell, maybe he’d taught her to fight. Because with the way my face was throbbing, I felt like I was fighting a nigga.

She was hitting me so hard that I got turned around on several occasions, causing her to have to keep jumping in front of me to fight. It felt like we were going in circles. I had to think quickly.

I tackled her, confirming by the softness of her body that I wasn’t in fact fighting Unique or his brothers because got damn.

We grunted in unison as we hit the snow, our audience till clamoring and cheering. Finally, I had a place I could pulverize this bitch. Cocking back, I slammed my fist down, but she dodged it, making my fist sink deeply into the mound of snow. Before I could retrieve it fully, a surge of hot white pain seared through my pussy and I realized this ho had kneed me between the legs.

The pain was so unbearable that I cared about nothing else, snatching my hand from the snow and cupping my vagina as she slammed my face into the snow by my hair.

“Fuck!” I cried out, face throbbing, pussy throbbing, and unable to get the metallic taste of blood out of my mouth.

Anastazia kicked me over onto my back and before I could even recover, she straddled me as I had done her and began socking me repeatedly. My face had warmed along with my head and all I could do was pray she didn’t kill me.

“You fake ass bitch!” She roared, punching me in the nose so hard I could barely breathe through it.

Suddenly, the hits stopped, and I thought God had come for me until I saw her sneakers kicking above me as her husband lifted her wild ass from atop me. Thank you, Jesus.

“This a good ass fight!” One of the girls hollered.

I stumbled to my feet, pain all throughout my body as I took what felt like forever to get up all the way. One of my eyes were shut because I could only see out of one and I was wheezing because I was sure my nose was broken.

“Let’s go again… bitch!” I panted heavily. I didn’t truly want to, but I had to save face, and I could tell Asif wasn’t about to let his wife fight again.

“Bitches always want another round when they lose!” Scotland shouted and ignored her because in this moment she was right. I wasn’t used to being the loser.

Anastazia was trying her hardest to get down from her nigga’s mountainous frame as she hung over his shoulder saying, “Come here.” She wiggled some more and added, “Let me get her again!” Before screaming in shock to which I realized her man had bit her ass cheek.

“You did enough, crazy ass girl,” he stated while she rubbed on the area he’d bitten. He kissed it and since I noticed they were distracted, I darted over.

I needed one hit in the least to do some damage like this ho had done but Asif was steps ahead of me, whipping around so fast I almost ran into him.

“You hit this one and you gon’ be a muthafuckin’ hashtag by end of the week, love. Don’t play with me when it come to mine.” His beautiful and bright eyes seemed to darken as he stared down at me with his fine, mean ass.

I began coughing before I could respond as he walked off with his girl over his shoulder. I had no reply anyway. He mumbled something to his wife that I was too far away to hear.

“I really don’t want you now. You ain’t undefeated no more.” Unique shrugged and while everyone laughed, all I could think about was how thankful I was no one recorded that ass beating.

Coughing some more, I spit out a glob of blood, making the ladies comment in disgust as I sort of limped to the car. I needed water and I wasn’t sure if I should drive with one eye shut.

One thing I did know was, there were a lot of things I would do before I ever fought Anastazia again.