She Aint Nothin' But A Payday: Book 3 (Game Over)

Before Jamison could pull his pants all the way up, an all-black Escalade quickly pulled into the driveway coming to a screeching halt. Both Jamison and Simplicity sprang to attention.
Darren jumped out the car within seconds talking shit. That’s the last thing they were expecting. Especially Jamison…
“What the fuck Simplicity? I see you’re still fuckin’ with this nigga, huh?” he barked.
“Darren leave from in front of my fuckin’ house with this shit. I haven’t been answering ya calls, that should be a sign that I’m done with ya ass!”
“I’m not gon’ nowhere bitch! You gon’ tell me why the fuck you been ignoring me! That’s what the hell I wanna know!” he demanded.
Jamison buckled his jeans in a hurry and stepped to Darren. He held nothing back.
“My nigga look, my girl is not feeling you no more so it’s best that you beat it before I help yo ass!”
“Nigga fuck you,” Darren gritted charging at Jamison catching him in the jaw with a left hook.
Jamison threw back a combination and a swift upper cut sending Darren’s body to the steaming hot pavement. The fight was getting intense and there wasn’t much Simplicity could do. The only thing left was for her to yell.
“Jamison please stop! Y’all stop before I call the fuckin’ police!” she cried. “It’s not that fuckin’ serious.
“Get the fuck in the house Simplicity!” Jamison yelled.
“Yo get the fuck off of me,” Darren begged as Jamison kept pounding on his face and upper body. Darren had hands no doubt, but he was no match for Jamison.
Simplicity had enough, so she walked over to them and tried to pull Jamison off of him.
Not thinking straight Jamison shoved her when she put her hand on his shoulder. Simplicity’s body flew back onto her new truck and slid forcefully to the pavement.