CJ couldn't believe Naima had sunk so low as to tell him his music sucked. Of all the low blows she could toss at him, that was the lowest and she damn well knew it. It was more painful to hear from her lips than that blow to his cheek had been. If Molly's companion hadn't approached, more than likely CJ would have lost all control and hit her. The bitch was asking for it.
As it were, more than one man had shown up in Naima's defense. Poor suckers apparently didn't realize what a manipulative tramp she was. They'd figure it out soon enough. CJ released Naima, giving her shove towards Molly's companion so that he could turn his attention to the asshole who'd put his hand on him. "Back the fuck off!" he seethed, giving the guy a good shove. Didn't make a shit to him if the guy was big. Maybe he'd get his ass kicked some more tonight but what the fuck did it really matter? Physical pain was temporary, a minor inconvenience in life. Screw it. He drew his fist back and aimed for the guy's nose.