Chapter 15
The beat from the music pulsated making the floor and walls vibrate from the deep bass. Smoke hung in the air like a thick cloud, creating a haze that you had to squint through. Blue and purple lights flashed to the beat of the track.
The air smelled like weed, liquor, and too much perfume and cologne. I waved my hand in front of my face coughing slightly as I stepped in. The loft was full. Niggas everywhere. Women half-dressed or damn near as they danced on the strategically placed poles in the space.
I was finally making an appearance at one of Syrus's infamous parties. I didn’t fuck with parties 'cause I didn’t fuck with crowds, but it was my niggas birthday; and after much persuasion, I told him I would show my face.
I had a few bands to bless him with for the celebration. One drink and I was out.
My eyes scanned everywhere as I looked around. I fucked around and walked right into a pair of double D's attached to a thick, brown skinned vixen with braids that almost came to her knees. "My bad," I apologized.
She smiled up at me, flipping her braids over her shoulders. "You good, baby. You can bump into me any time." She licked her lips, looking at me with fuck-me eyes. Her long acrylic nailed fingers pressed against my chest.
Chuckling, I grabbed her hands softly as they were about to drag down to my belt. "I'm married, baby." I flashed my ring.
She looked behind me. "Is your wife with you?"
I shook my head. "Nah."
"Then I don't care." She shrugged, closing the space and pressing her titties against me.
I politely stepped out of her reach. "I appreciate it, but I'm good, mama."
I reached in my pocket, peeled off a blue face, and placed it in her G-string. Stepping aside, I made my way further into the party. Niggas stopped me along the way, dapping me up. Women did the same, grabbing all on me like I was the damn stripper.
This was why the fuck I didn’t do parties.
"Damn, let my man's through!" I heard Sy's voice.
They shuffled out the way letting me through. I smiled as he approached. It looked like this nigga had on every piece of jewelry he owned on. Diamonds dancing in the blue lights, his arms outstretched as two big booty twins wearing nothing, but thongs and clear heels flanked either side of him.
"Happy Birthday, my nigga." I dapped him and pulled him in for a hug.
"It is now!" He punched my chest lightly when we pulled apart. "My nigga done finally made an appearance."
"You know this ain't my scene." I looked around. A red bone with red hair slinked over and ran her hand down my arm. I pulled her hand off me shaking my head.
Syrus laughed. "This is every red-blooded man's scene. Fuck you talkin' about."
He wrapped his arms around the waist of each twin and pulled them close. Crudely as fuck, he stuck his head in between the chest of each one, motorboating them and making them giggle as they shook their titties in his face.
"The American dream, my boy." He grabbed a handful of their cheeks. "Ass, titties, and money."
I just shook my head with a smile.
Syrus released them from his grip. "Come have a drink with me." He gestured me with his head to the bar. "Bitches," he spoke to the twins. "Daddy will be right back."
Not offended in the slightest, they waved and smiled as we walked off. He slung his arm around my shoulder. "I appreciate you coming through. Real shit. Lot of fake muhfucka's in here but you the realest nigga in this room."
I smirked. "It's all good. I'm glad to see you having a good time."
He walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of Ace of Spades chilling in a silver bucket. Expertly popping the top, champagne overflowed over his hand. He poured some on the scantily dressed bartender then dipped his head to lick it off her chest.
This freaky ass nigga. Chuckling, I accepted the bottle from him and poured a glass.
He grabbed a second bottle, popped it, and held it up to toast. "To a real nigga birthday!" he shouted.
"The realest," I smiled before clinking my bottle against his and took a generous swig.
Syrus came from around the bar and sat down next to me on the bar stall. He leaned in. "See anything you like in here?" he pointed with the bottle. "You can dip off and get your dick wet right quick. Maybe that'll loosen you up." He clapped his hand on my shoulder.
I took another sip, scanning he woman. My eyes landed on two women in the corner who were engaged in a sixty-nine as a crowd cheered them on while tossing money on them.
"Nah. I'ma pass tonight." I shook my head.
"Let me know if you change your mind." He paused to take another drink.
"These bitches is bad," he gestured around the room.
"but they ain't hitting on my chicks I used to have in this muhfucka.
" Syrus tapped my chest lightly. "Bad as fuck," he emphasized.
"A lil' brown-skinned broad, with blonde hair that could fuck your world up.
And a thick ass, caramel-skinned chick that could fuck your mind up.
Face of an angel with a body made for sin.
" He sat back with a sigh. "I miss them ho's man. "
I laughed, "So why they ain't here?"
Syrus shrugged. "Muhfucka's say they working at some bougie ass brothel ran by this bitch named Madam."
My ears perked up then. I looked over at him with interest. "What are their names?"
"The blond's name is Ronnie, and the caramel one is Gianna."
I froze for a second.
So…she wasn’t new to this then. If I had shown up at one of his parties earlier, our paths would have crossed sooner.
I had been thinking about her like a muhfucka too.
And every time I did, my dick got hard. I wasn't trying to overindulge, but I was already planning to extend those one to two times a month visits, to once a week. She had a nigga kinda in a tailspin.
"You fuck 'em?" I asked.
Syrus laughed. "Tore that shit out the frame. Both of 'em."
I felt an unexpected jolt of jealousy hit me.
"Shit set me back ten racks," he continued.
"They ass wasn’t cheap, but they made the price all worth it.
They set that shit out proper." He let out a low whistle.
"I ain't had a night to top that." Taking another sip he continued.
"I ran into Gianna not too long ago. She was leaving the gym with some dude.
Might've been her nigga, I don't know." He shrugged again. "I almost shot his bitch ass though."
Her nigga. Ain't no way she had a man. I ran my tongue across my teeth, processing.
"Why you looking like that?" Syrus tapped my arm. "You good?"
I shook off the conflicting feelings and turned to him. "I'm good, bruh. Matter fact…" I reached in my pocket and pulled out the knot. "Let me recoup that 10k for you right now." I handed him the money.
Syrus grinned widely, accepting it. "My nigga. Good looking out."
He dapped me and we pulled each other into a quick hug before pulling apart.
I took another swig, longer and set the bottle down. "I'ma get up outta here." I stood.
"Already?" Syrus looked up holding his arms out.
"You got it, bruh. Plus, you got all the entertainment you need for the night." I looked over and saw the twins watching us closely. Beckoning them over, they strolled over taking their places back at his side. "Y'all take care of my nigga tonight, aight."
"Okay," they replied in unison.
Syrus smiled and stood. "Appreciate you for dropping in, my nigga. I'll get up with you tomorrow."
"No doubt. Enjoy your night, bruh. You good on security?" My eyes scanned the room again.
He nodded. "Hell yeah," he replied confidently. "Got shooters all in this bitch. I'm good."
"Good shit." With one final dap, I headed out.
The plan was to go home…but an hour later I found myself pulling up to Siren House. I walked in, that familiar feeling of calm hitting me. This time it was accompanied by this lil' bitch ass ball of nerves in my stomach.
The hostess greeted me. "I don't have you on the schedule, Mr. Avery."
"I'm not," I responded. "Can you see if Madam is available for a quick conversation though."
"Sure." She nodded. "Give me just a second." She stepped away and disappeared down the hallway. Five minutes later she returned. "Madam is available. You can head back."
"Thank you," I gave her a nod and walked towards Madam's office. I knocked twice and waited.
"Who is it?" her voice called from inside.
"It's Boss, Madam. Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Come in."
I stepped in. Madam was behind her desk, glasses perched on her nose, laptop open and papers in front of her.
She removed her glasses and sat them on her desk. "Hello, Boss. Good to see you again. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
"Good to see you as well, lovely." I stood in front of her desk. "I need a favor."
She leaned back in her chair. "Sure. How can I help you?"
"I need you cancel whoever Gianna is seeing tonight and add me instead."
Madam stared at me for a moment, her eyes blinking slowly in surprise.
Her brows pinched together. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Boss.
Her client should be walking in here in less than twenty minutes and you want me to cancel?
" She shook her head. "You know that's not how I do business. I have a reptation to uphold."
"I'm aware." I nodded. "And your reputation will still be intact.
But I also know that money talks," I added smoothly.
Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out my bankroll.
Sliding the gold clip off, I counted off 5k in all hundreds and set them on her desk.
Madam stared at the money. Slowly, I walked around her desk.
She turned to face me, oiled legs crossed tightly.
Looking her right into her eyes, I counted off another $2,500.
Folding it in half, I reached over and gently tucked the bills in her top. "For your inconvenience," I murmured.
Madam's face was unreadable. Finally, she smiled slowly. She let out a slow breath shaking her head no doubt at my audacity. "Monroe's not gonna like this. She was quite pissy after the last incident."