Bobby sat on the couch, chewing gum. While other men were flanked by attractive companions, Bobbyâs side was notably vacant. Unperturbed by Jettâs approach, Bobby leaned back, his arm resting on the sofa, presenting his face to Jettâs clenched fist. After all, having attempted to steal Fannie away, Bobby owed him at least an apology.
Jett seized Bobbyâs collar with a furious grip, yanking him upward. âIâm warning youâstay the hell away from her!â
With a smirk, Bobby retorted, âJust out of curiosity, whatâs your current relationship with her? I heard she dragged her folks all the way over here to dump you?â
He was clearly more involved than he let on.
Jettâs hand clenched into a fist, ready to strike, but Bobby caught it effortlessly.
âWhy the rage, Jett? Is today the day you finally realized that Fannie isnât into you? Or that sheâs into me?â
Each possibility fed the scorching flames of Jettâs mounting rage.
Reaching for the closest bottle, Jett grasped it firmly, only for Fannie to hurry in and stop him just in time. She had been heading home when Dulceâs frantic call reached her. After piecing together that Jett was confronting Bobby, she hurried over.
galnÏvÑðµs.ð¬ð¸m â your update hub âJett, stop this madness!â
âLet me go! Iâll end this fucking bastard!â
Meanwhile, Bobby, still standing, threw a provocative glance at Fannie, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Fannie gripped Jettâs waist tightly, a silent curse for Bobby brewing within her. Her piercing gaze shot Bobby a fiery warning, silently pleading with him not to escalate the tension. Yet, Bobby blatantly disregarded her plea.
âNow that weâre all gathered, letâs get things straight,â Bobby announced, shoving his hands into his pockets as he confronted Jettâs threatening glare. âYou should thank me. If I hadnât advised you against pressuring Fannie, you wouldnât have won her over so effortlessly. Without my guidance, would you even be here, playing the jealous ex?â
His words struck a nerve, slicing through Jettâs confidence and halving his aggression in an instant.
Fannieâs eyes flickered between Jett and Bobby, a seed of doubt planted. Had Bobby really been the one to guide Jett in wooing her?
âI may not be a saint, but what about you?â
Bobby seized Jettâs collar and dragged him forward with force. Jettâs eyes burned with fury, yet he remained fixed in place.
With a sharp glare, Bobby declared icily, âAre you any better? Did anyone force you to sleep with Selma? Stop casting blame and take responsibility for your own mess. Is this the behavior of a true man?â
No sooner had Bobbyâs accusation left his lips than Jett wrenched himself from Fannieâs grasp and lunged at him. The two men clashed, neither yielding, their anger escalating to the point of shattering bottles over each otherâs heads in a wild melee.
Bobby and Jett were locked in a brutal fight, their rage so fierce that Fannie couldnât pull them apart on her own. Eventually, a crowd from outside burst in, and it took about a dozen people to separate them.
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