32. Solo
Chapter Thirty-Two
SOLO
I sat at the bar to myself as I downed another shot of dark Remy.
I had a plan to slow down on all the liquor I had been consuming but the shit became hard especially after losing my mom.
It was nothing like having the parent that raised you around and as the days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months.
I could feel my heart icing over and becoming more frozen.
I didn’t grow up like Ream. I wasn’t born into no royal shit with things laid out for me.
I respected and gave Ream my loyalty because he had been like a brother to me.
Most niggas with power and money hearts were laced with greed.
They looked at the underdogs as beneath them.
Niggas didn’t stick to codes and keeping shit gangsta.
Ream on the other hand made sure niggas ate properly and once he could see your ambition, he moved you up and boosted whatever pay he was already giving.
Everybody got paid good down to the niggas that I had on the corners.
The lowest of the low niggas from the bottom were able to feed their families and see a profit.
To go against the dynasty, you had to be one dumb mothafucka.
Ream wasn’t a selfish nigga when it came to sharing wealth.
I remember when I felt like he was just handing out too much money, he corrected me and let me know when you let niggas starve while you shined it brought more snakes your way.
I thought about it, and it made sense. Ream had shit to the point of having niggas spoiled.
There were definitely people willing to do any and everything to be a part of what we had.
I looked out the front door of the bar and saw a pretty tall and slender light skin chick walk inside.
She had her face frowned up as I focused in on what she rocked.
I loved a pretty light skin chick, with curves.
While this chick was on the slim side, I watched her turn to get into a booth and noticed her perfect pear-shaped ass.
Her phone rung, and she looked annoyed by who was calling.
I watched her pretty lips move as she said a couple of words to the caller and hung up.
Putting her hands on each side of her face, I watched tears drop from her eyes.
I normally wasn’t moved by a bitch. All I had was good dick and a free hair do if the pussy was good.
I was too deep into the game to even try to give some love shit a chance.
Bitches were sneaky as fuck and you couldn’t trust them for shit.
I done see good niggas give their hearts away to a basic ugly bitch that would downgrade in half of a second for a nigga that wasn’t on that good nigga level.
Standing up, I dropped a couple of twenties at the bar and told the bartender to bring a bottle of Moet to the chick’s table.
I had to of been feeling very good today or maybe it was the liquor talking because I wasn’t into persuading a bitch to fuck on me.
Bitches knew who the fuck I was and how I got down, so when I approached any of them, they were wet already and ready to fuck.
I swaggered to her table and slid into the booth. She looked up at me as I held my hand out to shake her hand.
“Solo, what’s your name sexy?” I smiled as she rolled her eyes. I hope she didn’t make me have to get disrespectful on her ass. From the nice-ass Fendi dress she had on and the way she sat with her legs elegantly crossed, I could tell she wasn’t just an average bitch.
“Asia is my name, nice to meet you Solo.” She said my name slowly as she wiped whatever tears that remained on her pretty face. Her eyes were big and beautiful, her high cheekbones added to her sex appeal. She had pouty pink lips, and her teeth were white as fuck.
“Nice to meet you too, I came over here to get your number. I want to fuck with you later or tomorrow when I get some free time.” I hadn’t been at this table for five minutes and my patience was running thin.
I was ready to become blunt as fuck and tell her how bad I wanted to wrap her sexy slim legs around my waist and fuck her hard like Melvin did Jody’s momma in the movie baby boy.
“Oh, I get it, you want to fuck me, huh?” she smiled, and I nodded my head. She was a smart-ass bitch, I was liking her already. “You want to fuck me raw and feel how tight and wet this pussy is?” her left eyebrow raised.
“I don’t fuck bitches raw, but I got a car full of condoms, if you trying to get down right now,” I smirked, wiping the smile from her face.
“Well Mr. Solo, we won’t be fucking. I haven’t fucked in over six years.
I have Genital Herpes and I have flare ups, once or twice a year.
” The bartender sat the bottle of Moet down and left.
I sat stunned at the boldness she had. I don’t know what stuck more to me, the pussy being untouched for six years or the fact that she didn’t care about my opinion of her having herpes thinking that was gone turn me away.
“Shit, you need to google some shit, about a half of a billion people got that shit and don’t even know.
Them nasty muthafuccas that got cold sores on their lips, that’s herpes.
I got that shit when I was sixteen from a nasty ass bitch that burned me.
” I admitted since we were being so open.
I never told anybody I had that shit, I just moved smart with it.
I didn’t fuck bitches when I had a flare up on my dick.
I took my medicine made sure it cleared up and put protection on my dick when I did fuck.
I admired this Asia broad though, she had most likely caught that shit from a nigga that didn’t care who he affected with that shit.
So now she had cobwebs all in her pussy, I instantly wanted to be that nigga to knock her down and break her celibacy.
“Just because we both have it doesn’t mean I want to fuck with you.
You’re really rude and I don’t fuck on thugs that don’t know how to respect a lady.
” She turned her nose up, I noticed how she wasn’t thirsty to open the bottle I had got her.
I did her the honors and cracked that shit open as she continued her rant that didn’t faze me.
I took a couple of sips from the bottle and pushed it her way.
“You talking all that high-powered shit, but good-looking girls like yourself love a thug nigga like me deep in those fucking guts. If you don’t like me referring to you as a bitch, I guess I can adjust that shit.
” I looked at my watch and noticed it was time for me to hit the streets.
Today, I had to collect bread and head to headquarters and report that shit back to Crystal’s dalmatian looking ass.
I felt like it was a big mistake for Ream to allow that bitch to be over the numbers.
Something about the bitch didn’t sit to well with me.
“Look, I would love to sit and be on some cupcaking shit with yo fine ass, duty calls though, so give me yo phone and don’t make me beg.
If you want to be on some simp ass get to know each other type shit that’s cool with me.
Shit, I just lost my momma a couple of months back and can use a woman as a friend with some kind of fucking substance.
I ain’t the nigga that’s tryna wife no broad at the moment, so don’t expect that shit from me.
” I held in my chuckle, looking at Asia her mouth hung open as I snapped my fingers, making her close her mouth.
“3105858789 that’s my number.” She smiled as she took a sip from the already opened bottle.
“3105858789, bet answer when I call you tonight so we can get to know each other well before I climb deep inside of you at a later date.” I slid out the booth and kissed her on the forehead and swaggered the fuck out.
Something told me that Asia was going to become a really good friend of mine especially if the pussy was fire.