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which caused Yvonne to stop.
    “Somebody tell a joke that I missed?” Yvonne asked Sahara.
    “Nah, it’s an inside joke. You probably still wouldn’t get it if I told you.” Sahara snickered.
    “Shorty, you talking real slick to be so far from home,” Yvonne told her.
    “Baby, I’m comfortable wherever I stomp,” Sahara said defiantly.
    “Wow, I know you ain’t gonna let her talk to you like that,” one of Yvonne’s friends instigated.
    Yvonne took the bait and stepped up. “Yo, word to mine, I’m tired of you li’l bitches from downtown coming up here talking fly and trying to fuck other bitches’ men.” Yvonne put her hands on Sahara’s face. As soon as her finger made contact with Sahara’s forehead, Sahara swung on her.
    Sahara had a very lean build, but the hate she already had for Yvonne added to her strength and the punch landed with an impact of someone twice her size. Yvonne staggered back and Sahara closed in. One of Yvonne’s friends tried to trip Sahara, but she peeped the move and stepped over her outstretched foot, just before she popped her in the mouth. By then all Yvonne’s friends had joined in the brawl, and Sahara did the best she could to hold them off.
    “Fuck is going on over here?” King stepped into the center of the melee, trying to separate the girls. He was finally able to pull Sahara free and get between her and Yvonne’s crew. “Yo, what the fuck is good with y’all?”
    “King, you better tell your li’l whore something, because the next time she tries to run up on me, I’m gonna kill her!” Yvonne shouted. She tried to dip around King to get to Sahara, but he grabbed her around the waist and held her.
    “That’s enough … and that shit goes for the both of you!” King barked, and the hostility in his voice seemed to calm both the girls down. It looked like King was finally getting a handle on the situation, but things went from bad to worse.
    “Fuck is you doing?” Lamar called from the lobby entrance of 3150. He was short with a bald head and muscles that looked like they would rip through his skin at any moment. Lamar was Yvonne’s oldest brother, the one you never got to see in the wintertime because he was always in jail.
    “Lamar, chill. It ain’t what it looks like, my nigga,” King tried to explain.
    “Fuck what it look like, I see you over here grabbing on my sister like you her daddy or something,” Lamar amped himself up.
    “Sun, chill the fuck out. We was just breaking up the fight,” Lakim said.
    “What, fuck is you to get loud with me?” Lamar peeled off his shirt and flexed his hulking, tatted chest. “Y’all li’l young-ass niggaz think you’re hot shit out here, but you better learn to respect the ones who made this possible.” He turned to King. “And I don’t give a fuck how much time you did, nigga. You still li’l James to me, and that’s the only reason I didn’t hand you your head when I seen you out here trying to handle my sister!”
    That was the last straw.
    King moved like a blur, closing the distance between him and Lamar in less than a second. Lamar tried to raise his hands but by the time he got them up, King had already blasted him in the jaw twice. “You li’l bitch-ass nigga, trying to come at me like you built.” King slapped him viciously across the mouth, drawing blood. He followed up with a nasty hook to the gut, doubling Lamar over. “Sun, gimmie the hammer so I can push this faggot,” King ordered Lakim.
    “Chill, God, it’s mad people out here,” Lakim warned.
    “I don’t give a fuck.” King smacked Lamar again, but held him by the back of the head to keep him from flipping over the gate.
    “King, please don’t kill my brother.” Yvonne dramatically threw herself at King.
    “Bitch, get off me,” he snarled while trying to detach her pleading arms from around his neck. The whole thing had become comical.
    It didn’t take long for a crowd to gather around the spectacle and of course