“Kat, I know everything! … I know dat you wuz pimping Goldie. I know dat you wuz tryin’ ta pimp me … maybe dat’s why you didn’t really like Jules? Y’all too much alike … y’all afta da same thing … I know you turned Goldie out … had her hooked on E pills … I know ’bout ya so-called peepz in N.Y …. Nikko … I’m willin’ ta bet … anything it wuz you who put her up on Goldie … you told her ta use Goldie … ta take her shit like you wuz doin’ … huh? … And don’t think I don’t know you been talkin’ behind my back … Here I am right here!! … Say it ta my face … Bitch, you bad!!! …”

“Bitch!!!” Kat yelled as she swung wildly, failing to connect. “… wanna piece a me?? … I’ma give ya whatcha’ lookin’ fa!!! … I’ma beat dat ass!!!….”

Tender quickly ducked, easily avoiding the blow. Had it found its intended target, her face, it might have done some serious damage. Kat was fighting off pure emotions. That was a dangerous thing. It tended to make a person rush and take unnecessary risks.

Kat threw her punch so hard, that it spun her almost completely around. Tender capitalized on her mistake by jumping on her back. They came crashing down on the kitchen floor. Tender landed on top and sat on Kat’s back. She grabbed a handful of Kat’s hair and began ramming her head into the floor.

“… Yeah, dis fa Goldie …” she commented, while banging her head. “… you rotten-ass bitch!! … Whatcha’ gonna do now??? Huh??? …”

Blood began to gush from Kat’s head. She was totally at Tender’s mercy. She did the only thing she could do. She gave up.

“I give …” Kat cried. “I give … dat’s enuff!”

“Huh?? … Whatcha’ say? … I can’t hear you? …” she replied, pausing in midair with a handful of Kat’s hair. “Excuse me, you said somethin’? …”

“You got it!!! I don’t want no more. Ya killin’ me …” she pleaded.

“I should kill ya muthafuckin’ ass!!! … Bitch, I should kill you!!! … Now you know how Goldie felt … Now, you know!!! …” Tender ranted.

Tender knew from experience that most times a person with a big mouth couldn’t fight. Tough talk was their only defense. If you could get past that, then the battle was won. And that was the case here. Tender took the fight right out of her. When Kat missed her golden opportunity to sneak Tender, she was doomed. She planned on stunning her, and staying on top of her. But it didn’t turn out that way. Her plan failed miserably.

“… Where da fuck iz my money??? … What you do wit all dat money I wuz givin’ you?? … I want my fuckin’ money!! … You hear me??? … Huh?? … Answer me!! … Where’s my money??? …” she demanded to know.