Chapter 48
No Cap I was just drunk out of my mind and feeling good.
Clo, on the other hand, looked at me and Dream like his brain was short-circuiting.
He glanced over at Gold with a profoundly confused expression, then just shrugged his shoulders.
Trent suddenly spoke up over the noise. “Damn, Junie, you over there grinding on my girl like I do when I’m actually inside it!”
Dream stopped dancing immediately, burst out laughing, and gave Trent a playful, hard shove.
Right after that, Trina’s Nasty Bitch came blasting through the speakers, and I snapped back up, instantly bouncing my own ass. I might have been small, but I could dance my ass off. I was shaking the absolute fuck out of my lil frame while Tammy and Dream took turns spanking my shit.
Gold (Tammy)
I was cross-faded, drunk, high, whatever—at that point, I didn't even care.
All of us ladies decided to migrate straight to the main dance floor.
The DJ was doing the absolute most, and I made a quick mental note to tell my baby to slide that man a fat tip later.
Young Nudy, Latto, and Sexy Red’s Peaches and Eggplants started playing.
I glanced back and saw Vonvay and Mercedes both drop down, each with one hand planted firmly on the floor to hold their weight.
They were locked hand-in-hand, their asses pressed directly against each other, twerking in sync.
It looked ridiculously good; they were both former dancers, so their coordination didn't surprise me at all.
I looked up toward the VIP section and saw Silk standing there, leaning against the railing with a slow, approving smirk.
Meanwhile, Dream and Junie were still dancing on each other like they were heading home to scissor.
After tonight, Junie was officially never beating the gay allegations—that edible had her acting gay as fuck, and Dream was eating every second of it.
Dream was even recording Junie hugging on her and planting kisses right on her cheek.
I couldn't help but just stand there and laugh, knowing Junie was going to be violently mad at herself once she finally came down off that high.
Then my eyes scanned a bit further, and the blood instantly boiled.
That Red bitch—along with the very same chic whose kids I had tried to help raise, the one who had just attempted to fuck my man—was currently posted up right inside our section.
Heat rushed all over my body. I stood frozen, staring daggers for a solid minute.
Red casually walked over and sat right next to Don. Junie looked up, spotted them, and snapped. “This bitch has been staring at him all night.”
I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back. “Not right now. We’re gonna get these hoes, I promise you,” I told her, my voice low and venomous.
That juicy-looking bitch sat down right next to Clo, and he looked way too friendly for my liking.
I ignored the irritation and just went back to dancing.
A minute later, a tall, handsome man with thick locs and flashing gold teeth stepped up right behind me.
Without thinking, I started bouncing my ass against him.
But the second he felt it, he panicked and practically bolted away.
Trent immediately noticed the commotion and locked eyes with him.
Trent stalked over, snatched the boy up by his collar just as he tried to slip past, while Clo grabbed hold of me.
In a flash, they dragged both of us down into a concrete, brick-walled utility room at the back of the club. Trent stood planted against the door, his arms tightly folded across his chest, while the poor boy looked terrified and utterly confused.
“So, Tammy, I thought you were engaged,” Clo said, his voice dangerously calm.
“I am,” I replied nonchalantly, refusing to break eye contact.
Clo looked down at the massive diamond ring sparkling on my finger, let out a dark breath, and suddenly lunged. He violently punched the boy right in his shit, sending him crashing hard to the floor. Clo didn't hesitate, immediately starting to stomp him out repeatedly with heavy boots.
I finally stepped in, grabbing Clo's arm. “Baby, that’s enough. You proved your point.”
He stopped, offering a cold smile that flashed his gold teeth. Trent grabbed the bruised boy by the scruff and hauled him out through the club's back exit.
Me and Clo headed right back upstairs to the section. True to form, that Red bitch was already rubbing all over Donnie’s leg, whispering in his ear. I whipped out my phone and quickly texted Junie: Look up.
She didn't even waste a second. She stopped dancing and sprinted so fast she actually beat us back to the section, even though I was already halfway there when I hit send.
Junie grabbed Red directly by her bundles, whipping her head back and rocking her world.
I charged straight up on that other hoe, Juicy, spinning her around and flipping her onto the floor.
I socked her square in the face, raining down heavy stomps.
Dropping to my knees, I threw my weight over her and started choking the life out of the hoe.
She managed to land one decent, desperate swing, but I retaliated by violently headbutting her, knocking her cold right on the club floor.
Clo stepped up and casually scooped me up off the ground like I weighed nothing at all. I looked over and saw Donnie desperately trying to yank Junie off a screaming, battered Red. I couldn't help it—I laughed a little too loud at the absolute chaos.
Clo leaned down, whispering right in my ear. “Oh, so these are the little games the queen likes to play?” he asked, sounding genuinely disappointed.
Donnie finally managed to peel Junie away from Red, but the second she was free, Junie immediately swung on Donnie too. I got to my feet, grabbed Junie’s arm, and told her, “Come on, Junie, let’s bounce.”
We grabbed our purses and stormed out of the club.
The second we dropped into the back of our Uber, we started laughing hysterically, the adrenaline finally hitting us.
My phone started buzzing continuously—Clover calling back-to-back.
I sat there and repeatedly declined every single call.
He clearly didn't realize that this shit could get entirely too wicked, and I was never, ever going to give a nigga the opportunity to play in my face again.
When we finally made it back to the house, we kicked off our shoes, crawled straight into the guest room bed together, and passed out cold.