Gena yelled, pulling at the passenger side door of Fox’s truck. Falisha looked at the prehype young lady without a care in the world. The girl had to be a few years younger than her, so Falisha was trying to be patient. She looked over at Fox, who was sitting there smiling like this was some type of game to him. “You better get ya little girlfriend before I beat shit down her legs,” Falisha warned, trying to give Fox the opportunity to fix the situation. This wasn’t the first time Falisha had to deal with one of Fox’s scallywags. He had a few young chicks he dealt with, none of whom knew how to play their part, leaving it up to Falisha to have to put them in their place. To be as cute as she was, Falisha knew how to fight and she did it well, but every now and again it seemed like somebody had to test her. “I’ll take care of it,” Fox said in frustration as he got out of the truck. When Gena saw Fox open his door she darted around to the driver side hoping she could catch the door before it closed.
