little monkey. The four of them went down to the ground again tussling and scrapping, with fists flying everywhere.
Viceroy lunged forward and got his mitts on Selah and managed to twist her around backward and clamp his arm around her throat. She dropped her chin into the V of his elbow and tried to bite him through his shirtsleeve, and he yanked her by the hair then squeezed his arm tight until he was strangling her neck.
A moment later he was jerked violently backward himself and something got tight around his own damn neck. Windmilling in reverse, Viceroy lost his footing and fell on his ass, landing dead in his attackerâs lap and taking Selah down with him.
âGet offa her!â Peachesâs deep voice boomed in his ear as he choked the shit out of him. âUn-ass her right now, muthafucka! Un-ass her!â
The three of them were laid out on top of each other like a stack of slid pancakes. Peaches was at the bottom of the pile with his skirt hiked up to his waist yoking the shit out of Viceroy, and Viceroy was cradled between the big manâs naked thighs yoking the shit outta Selah.
Pilar was watching the fight like she wanted some popcorn. Bunni and Mink were on their knees cursing like guttersnipes and throwing crazy punches at his face and head, and when Viceroy saw a big one coming straight at him, he pushed his ass deeper into Peachesâs crotch and yanked Selah up in front of him like a shield.
Pop!
âOwwww!â Selahâs knees flew up and she shrieked in pain as Bunniâs fist smacked into her eye, dotting that shit.
âOw! Ow! Ow! That hurt , Bunni!â
Even with Peaches choking the shit outta him Viceroy found the strength to open his mouth and laugh, but then he closed it again when another fist came flying at him and this one he couldnât duck.
Splat!
Viceroy shrieked. Suddenly he was stone-cold sober as pain exploded in his bad eye, the one that had been swollen up bigger than an egg after the oil rig blast. He saw bright lights and he saw stars. He saw bursts of lightning and a rocket flare went off deep inside his pupil. The pain was so bad he saw a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors in the brightest and most agonizing images possible.
He saw all that shit and more, but what he heard was the voice of his youngest daughter as she stood over him with her fist cocked back and ready to bust the shit outta him in his other eye.
âBack up, Boy-o! You want another one? Get your goddamn hands off my mother! I hope she did mess around on you because you ainât shit, Daddy! You ainât shit!â
âFallon?â Viceroy said incredulously as he loosened his grip on Selah and came back to his senses. âBaby girl?â
Fallonâs twisted lips and the anger in her eyes did something to Viceroy that really messed him up. Pushing Selah out of his lap, he glared at Mrs. Katie and snapped his fingers twice.
âGo get me two servants. Two men! Tell them to grab some big baskets and bring them up to my suite. Now!â
He pushed himself up on his knees with a look on his face that none of them had ever seen before. His eyes raked over the room and scorched everybody as they swept by.
â You !â Viceroy turned and pointed at Peaches with pure disgust shooting out of his pupils. âI want your frilly ass the fuck outta my house! You hear me? Walking around here with ya balls dangling and ya dick print showing all through your skirt! Iâm giving you one goddamn week, you hear me? One week and your ass better be gone !â
âBut Papa Doo!â Bunni wailed. âPeaches ainât even do nothing! Selah and Fallon are the ones you mad at! Please, please, please, donât take it out on my bruvah !â
Viceroy wasnât even trying to hear it.
âOut!â he yelled, pointing toward the door. âAll of yâall! Out!â
âB-b-but what about Okrah?â Selah squeaked, holding her eye.