King Yelly remained on the ground for several seconds while the nightclub laughed around him.
The sound crawled beneath his skin like needles.
Everywhere he looked, phones were pointed in his direction. People were recording while women openly laughed at him.
Even the DJ looked like he was struggling not to laugh.
The humiliation burned hotter than fire.
One of his guards quickly reached down toward him.
"Boss."
Yelly violently slapped the hand away before climbing back to his feet himself.
The rapper's expensive jacket had wrinkled from the fall while liquor stains spread across one sleeve.
His chest rose and fell heavily.
Meanwhile, Damian remained standing calmly before the booth with one hand tucked inside his pocket.
That calmness only made everything worse.
King Yelly slowly glanced around the room again.
While he wanted to deal with Damian immediately, there were too many witnesses.
Too many cameras.
