Chapter 46
Neon hell, I’d been with slim women before.
I used to fuck with Red and her nagging ass, and my very first true love, Gina, was petite right before she mysteriously went missing.
The ladies finally made it to our section and took their seats. A second later, Dream walked up carrying a silver tray stacked with fresh brownies.
"Y’all, I brought some eddies," she announced, setting the tray down on the marble table.
"Let’s share one, Dream, they look so good!" Junie said, her eyes lighting up.
"Girl, you know I’m pregnant; I haven't been putting nothing in my body lately but straight fruit," Dream shot back, rubbing her stomach.
I reached out, grabbed a brownie for myself, and looked over at Dream.
She’d been looking a lot healthier and fuller lately, and I knew for a fact she’d finally stopped getting high with Trent.
Speaking of that nigga, he walked into the section right then wearing a heavy gold Jesus piece and matching me with a black Louis Vuitton button-down, black designer jeans, and fresh kicks.
He walked past Dream and gave her a sharp smack on her ass; she just rolled her eyes hard and walked away.
I still don't know why my own cousin loves to get high the way he does.
I know our aunt was a deadbeat junkie, so Trent spent pretty much every single summer growing up with us until he turned eighteen.
Don walked in right behind Trent wearing an all-black leopard-print silk shirt left wide open like he was trying to prove some tough-guy point, heavy Cuban link choking his neck, an LV belt, and Stacy Adams dress shoes.
He was flexing a brand-new gold watch and a diamond tennis bracelet on his wrist.
Junie hadn't even been staying at their place lately; she’d been crashing in one of our guest rooms.
Red actually stopped Don in his tracks while he was walking over to our section.
He paused, pulled out his phone, and handed it right to her.
I made a mental note to pull him to the side and talk to him about that messy shit later.
Meanwhile, Junie and Gold were already splitting another edible, getting right.
Rizz and Mercedes walked in hand-in-hand; I could already tell Silk had zero chance of ever getting his girl back.
Mercedes looked incredible, rocking a brown Lululemon active set, a fresh long weave, and brown-and-white Dunks.
She had dropped so much weight since her and Silk finally broke up, looking snatched.
Rizz kept it low-key tonight in an all-black Amiri jogger suit, black-and-white Dunks, and a subtle silver watch and chain.
They slid into the section and sat down.
"Damn, y’all hoes look way too nice!" Mercedes yelled over the bass.
"We literally told you to come to the boutique with us," Junie shot back, pulling her micro-miniskirt down by the thighs like it wasn't already riding up.
I could damn near see Junie’s pussy through that little-ass string fit she had on.
Gold’s outfit was a little more low-key, just showing a dangerous peek of skin.
Don was standing right there, straight-up eye-fucking Junie like he wasn't trying to mess with my sloppy seconds—though honestly, I couldn't decide if he was worse than Rio.
He finally broke the awkward silence. "Happy birthday, baby! Did you see that whole million I just wired into your account?"
"I did. Thank you," she replied completely nonchalantly, sipping her drink.
I honestly don’t know why Junie kept tripping on Don; the nigga literally spoiled her rotten.
"Can I get a hug, please?" he begged, opening his arms.
She stood up slowly to hug him. He kissed her, and she kissed him back sloppy as hell. Maybe she really did love him in her own deeply fucked-up kind of way.
Needing a break from all the domestic drama, I walked off to hit the bathroom. As I crossed the floor, someone called out, "Clo!"
I looked up and saw Silk posted in a nearby section with Juicy, Red, and Jas.
Silk was wearing a simple chain, a brown silk shirt buttoned halfway down, black jeans, and LV shoes.
He had Jas sitting right in his lap, probably lying to her and promising her the world.
It was no secret that Jas gave Silk the most money out of all of them; she and Red were basically his primary runners, even though Silk never actually fucked Red—she was just besties with Dream.
Jas didn't really know how to get legitimate money on her own, and Silk had taught her the game.
"Hey, Clo," Red said, her whole demeanor screaming dick-eating energy.
"Shit, just getting this money," Juicy chimed in, throwing a heavy mug my way.
She was sitting there draped in cheap, fake designer gear—even rocking a bogus Gucci shirt. And I knew for a fact she hadn't paid rent recently because she was currently living in one of my properties completely free.
"Damn, Juicy, you say you hate me? What’s up with that overdue rent money I asked you for?" I checked her right on the spot.
"Baby daddy, nobody hates you! I just know you're mad because I got too drunk the other night, so I'm just giving you your space," she babbled back, quick to make excuses.
You already know how these hoes love to blame every single bad choice on the liquor. I just flashed her a cold, plotting smile and kept walking.
Just then, I looked up and saw Vonvay walking into the club, looking stunning in a fitted brown mini dress.
She was tall and real petite. All of Silk’s women damn near shared the exact same face, but her light honey-brown hair made her stand out from the rest.
She spotted me, walked right over, and wrapped her arms around my neck in a warm hug.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Silk instantly ducking low down in his section so she wouldn't spot him cheating.
"What are you even doing here, Vonvay?" I asked, pulling back.
"Mercedes invited me. Where is she at?"
I pointed across the club toward our VIP section, and she glided over. Silk had once told me Vonvay and Mercedes were actually real friends, and for once, the nigga hadn't been lying.
I made it to the bathroom, handled my business, and walked back out. By the time I returned to our section, all the ladies were standing up, twerking hard to the heavy beat and taking shots back-to-back. Gold and Junie were already munching down on yet another edible.
"Y’all need to slow the fuck down," I warned them, shaking my head.
Vonvay crossed her long model legs, looking around. "Have y’all seen Silk? He told me he was meeting me here an hour ago."
Right on cue, Silk strolled up looking completely dumbfounded and guilty as hell.
"What ho were you just with tonight, nigga?" Vonvay demanded, stepping up to him.
Before Silk could even lie, Jas suddenly materialized right behind him with a wicked, evil grin on her face. "You left your phone," she purred, quickly shoving his cell into his chest before twisting away into the crowd like a ghost.
Junie instantly lost it, howling with laughter. "Oh, big mama is petty as hell!" she screamed. Gold started cracking up right along with her.
"Oh great, y’all are way too high for this," Mercedes sighed, shaking her head.
Dream wandered over holding a fresh glass of red wine and casually plopped herself right down in Trent’s lap.
Meanwhile, Junie was sitting right on Don’s lap when he said something stupid. Without warning, she reared back and smacked the absolute shit out of him. His mouth flew wide open in shock.
"Why the fuck is this hoe keep staring at you?" Junie yelled, pointing a finger in his face.
Don hesitated, stammering before he answered. "I don’t know! I don’t even want that hoe. She fucked Clo first, and then she went and fucked Rio!"
I just smirked at the lying-ass nigga, knowing damn well he was spinning stories. I already knew this was going to be a very long, messy night.