“I got it … it’s in da bank … I’ll give it ta ya tomorrow …” she promised. “… I promise … You’ll get it tomorrow ….”

“I betta, bitch!!! …” she warned. “… I betta get it tomor-row!!! … E’ry red fuckin’ cent betta be there … Or else I’ma whup ya ass e’ry time I see you … You hear me?? … I mean it … I ain’t fuckin’ playin’ either.”

With that said, she released her grip on Kat’s hair. She watched her head slowly bang on the floor.

Tender went in her bedroom to gather up her things. This was never her house in no way shape or form. She was just mad it took her so long to see that. “But better late than never,” she mused.

“Hav my money tomorrow!!! …” she reiterated. “… Meet me outside da club wit it … All of it.”

Kat stood in the bathroom mirror, wiping the blood off her face.

Tender left the house, slamming the door behind her, and hopped into a cab. She was headed for a hotel.

WAITING IMPATIENTLY in front of the club, Tender paced back and forth. Where was Kat at? What was taking her so long? Had she double-crossed her? If she had, Tender planned on sitting on her porch till she came home. Then she’d give her another beating, only this time she wouldn’t stop.

Looking up, she spotted Kat’s white truck pulling up to the curb. It’s about time, she thought. The sight of Kat’s truck was a big relief. She needed that money. Her days as a stripper were over. She finally decided to leave the game.

“Tender?” she called out passively. “Here, come get ya money.”

As soon as she got close to the truck, Kat’s passenger doors flew open. Out jumped two heavyset, gruesome-looking girls. Kat had gone back to her old neighborhood and recruited the toughest girls she could find. Since she couldn’t beat Tender in a fair fight, she planned on jumping her. Kat was gonna got even by any means neccessary.

“C’mere, bitch!!!” one girl yelled, as she rushed Tender.

Taken by surprise, Tender was overwhelmed, she had no choice but to lock horns with the bigger girl. Meanwhile, Kat quickly exited the truck and joined the ruckus.

“Grab her ass!!” Kat instructed her hired help. “Hold her still!! …”

Kat had her right hand wrapped with a rag, to conceal the pair of brass knuckles she wore. She wanted to kill Tender for what she did to her. But Kat feared jail too much to do that. She had a little son to raise, so she figured a beat-down would be good enough.

Raising her fist, she cocked back, throwing a punch as hard as she could. Tender watched helplessly, she was hemmed up in a full nelson, as Kat’s fist sailed through the air in slow motion. This time Kat found her target, hitting her dead in the face.