Chapter 18 #2
In response to his comment, Yanna bent over and twerked, smacking her own ass as she did so.
Kalil kept his eyes glued to her while she pranced around the club collecting tips and thanking all of her customers.
When she arrived at a section full of guys, dread filled Kalil witnessing her bending over and dancing on one of the guys while he palmed her ass.
Knowing his cousin would try to fight him if he’d known he was witnessing such and did nothing to intervene, he decided it was officially time to go.
“Let me go get her ass.” He voiced aloud before hopping from the bar and pushing his way through the club. He hoped it didn’t come to it, but he was prepared to drag Yanna out if he had to.
Yanna giggled to herself as Kalil dragged her off of some random dude’s lap.
Hurt feelings made her even more carefree than usual, and she was determined to have a night to remember…
or not. Looking at Kalil caused her laughter to intensify because he looked to be truly stressed out by her antics.
She was having so much fun that she’d all but ditched her bottle girl responsibilities for the night.
“Ight, Yanna Boo, let’s go. Just come to the house and talk shit out with that nigga… you know y’all gone be back good within two days anyway.”
“Don’t call me that dumb shit, and I’ll die before I go running to his ass. No, fuck no. I’m done with Kas treating me like shit.”
“Man, get the fuck outta here with that shit. My cousin kiss the ground you walk on, even though you do all you can to push him away.”
“I thought you weren’t here to speak for him. I’m really not trying to hear it, so you can leave back out the way you came.”
“Yea, I bet you ain’t trying to hear it, and I ain’t going nowhere. Gotta keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t do no reckless shit you’ll regret in the morning.”
“I won’t be regretting any of the reckless shit I get myself into tonight. Trust me.” Yanna winked at Kalil before snatching her bottle of Don Julio from his hand and taking a swig.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see she had a waiting text message. A surprised smile crept onto her face when she saw who the message was from.
Trell : Yarra, wazzam witchu? I’m in the city, trying to link?
Yanna’s tongue hung from her mouth, and she did a little dance, fingers moving a mile a minute as she responded to the text.
I’m working at the club right now. Come fuck with me here, I’ll grab a section for you. I’ll drop my location.
Yanna turned the bottle to her mouth again as she waited for Trell to reply, the Machiavellian leer on her face widening when she read his response.
Trell: Bet, I’m close. Give me ten and bring two bottles of Don and shot glasses to the table.
Not bothering to tell Kalil what she was doing, Yanna pranced away to secure the only remaining section of the club. Once she was done, she grabbed two bottles of Don Julio Reposado and a bucket of ice with Kalil on her heels the entire time.
“Um, Kalil, you can clock out for the night, I’m done needing a babysitter. I’m pretty sure you won’t wanna stick around for this shit anyway. I’m about to be on the same type of time your cousin was on, and I don’t wanna make you a witness.”
“Nah, fuck that.” Kalil relented, following Yanna into the section and taking a seat on the couch along with her. “Whatever nigga supposed to be coming to chill with you, gone be chilling with me too.”
“Okay, have it your way, but don’t think I’mma behave myself because you’re sitting right here. I have no problem making you my co-conspirator, and you already know I have no kind of couth. Good luck explaining your complicity to your dog ass cousin.”
“Orrrr, I can call my cousin right now and have him come down here and crash out in the middle of this club. You better stop playing with Kas thinking he won’t pop out with that AR-15 he got.”
“So the nigga really does have guns?”
“A few of them. I don’t know who you think my cousin is, but he ain’t no---”
“Oh, shit, Al. B. Sure, is that you?” Kalil’s words were cut short by Trell as he entered the section.
“Trell? Damn, I been running into the whole group. That shit must be a sign.”
“Where you run into everybody else at?”
“Barbados. I’m just realizing you won’t there.”
“I was there, just not with everybody else. Ain’t that right, Yarra?”
“Boy, I’m not gone tell you again my name is YANNA.” She corrected as she stood to hug him.
“My bad.” Trell laughed, unabashedly squeezing her ass, which Kalil seemed to miss, but he did not miss their flirtatious tone. “How you know, Kalil?”
“Yea, how you know me, Yanna?”
“He’s like extended family. How y’all know each other?”
“You met Londyn in Barbados… Trell and Londyn’s baby daddy, Jules, are like best friends or whatever.”
“Gone ‘head, bitch trying to be funny calling him her baby daddy, that’s her husband.” Trell laughed at Kalil’s inability to hide his lust for Londyn. “And Jules more like my brother, we just… shit is different, so I been keeping my distance. How y’all end up in Barbados with them?”
“We was there with my cousin and his fiancée. We all ended up running into each other, and then some deep shit ended up kicking off after that.”
“Other shit like what?” Trell leaned forward, wondering if something bad had happened to his people.
“So my cousin, Onyx, the singer. Y’alls company work with him.”
“Yea, I know who he is.”
“Turns out, Maya daddy is Onyx and his brother’s daddy too. Making Maya their sister and my cousin.”
“Oh shit, that’s crazy so… you and L, y’all cousins then, right?”
“By marriage, so that shit don’t count. Yanna pass me a shot.”
Yanna laughed at Kalil being visibly stressed by his and Londyn’s legal relation and handed him a double shot to ease his troubled mind.
Before long, Kalil was way past gone and doing a terrible job at keeping Yanna out of trouble.
He’d wanted to tell Kas to come to the club himself but did not want his cousin at arms with Trell.
He knew all too well how dangerous the man could be and knew Kas was a hothead who wasn’t afraid of anyone.
That was a clash he wanted no part in. All he could do was shake his head as he witnessed Yanna bent over, hands on the floor while she bounced her ass.
Trell had slid his hand up her shorts, and Kalil was sure his fingers were doing something meant to be performed in closed quarters.
Meanwhile, Yanna was having an amazing time and had practically forgotten about Kas and what’s her name, which was her mission.
She wanted to alleviate the pain in her chest, and Trell had been right on time to serve as pain medicine.
Like her and Kalil, Trell was fucked up and blithe with his actions.
Such was proven by his fingers grazing over the crotch of her panties.
As the song went off, she sat up, pressing her back to his chest. His hand slithered all over her body, his teeth nicking the exposed skin of her shoulder.
“Yanna.”
“Hmm?” She questioned, feeling like she was floating.
“Why Kalil babysitting you?”
“Because I fuck with… used to fuck with his cousin. He did some fuck shit, and I guess he sent Kalil to spy on me to make sure I didn’t get my get back.”
“The nigga that was calling yo phone that night at the bar?”
“Yep, him.”
“Damn, you still mad at bruh?”
“Nah, this is a whole new situation.”
Trell nodded, figuring Yanna was only fucking with him because she was mad at her nigga.
It was what made her the perfect person to fuck off with when he got bored.
He had absolutely nothing to offer a woman as far as a relationship was concerned and doubted he ever would.
The fact that Yanna would likely forgive her nigga and forget about him was the perfect scenario.
He’d be back in New Orleans and on to the next conquest. If you’d met Trell two years prior, you would’ve met a totally different man.
He was once a man who was loyal to one woman and would’ve done anything to keep her happy.
However, finding out your fiancée had already been married for five years had the ability to change a man.
Some would argue that two years was more than enough time to get over betrayal, but Trell doubted he ever would.
The past two years had been a blur of self-destructive behavior, but he didn’t give a fuck. He and Yanna were alike in that way.
“His fuck up is my good time. As long as you know that’s all I have to offer… a good time and good dick.”
Yanna turned and squatted onto Trell’s lap, draping her arms over his shoulder. “That’s perfect because as it stands, dick and a good time is all I need.”
“And that’s why I fuck with you. You gone roll with me?”
Yanna thought it was obvious that she would be leaving with Trell, but when she turned to answer his question, the little blue pill in his hand let her know he meant a whole different type of rolling. She’d never been a pill popper but figured, fuck it, the more numb she got, the better.
“Yea, let me get one.”
Trell held up the pill for Yanna to take, but before she could grab it Kalil swooped in and snatched it up. Thinking he was keeping Yanna from making a horrible mistake, he popped the pill into his mouth without thinking.
Cracking up, Trell clapped his hands. “Congratulations, Kalil, you ‘bout to be high as fuck while you trying to play chaperone. Did all that and still ain’t stop shit, Yarra stick out yo tongue.” Pulling another pill from his pocket, Trell placed it onto Yanna’s awaiting tongue then popped one in his mouth as well.
“We all about to be flying in a minute.”