Chapter 2
Amar nodded his head at a few people that he knew as he made his way through the club.
What used to be a weekly thing for him was now something he only did once a month if that.
Amar was starting to outgrow the club, but it was still something that he did every now and then.
It was his nigga Diric’s birthday, so he decided to show his face for a few hours.
He had spotted a few familiar faces on the way to Diric’s section, but there was only one that mattered.
Heiress. Amar had been fucking with her for the past nine months and she had him feeling things he had never felt before.
Karma for the hearts he’d broken had come to his ass like a thief in the night because Heiress truly was one of a kind.
She came with the kind of baggage that made her emotionally unavailable and normally, Amar would love that shit, but men always wanted the challenge.
The more adamant that Heiress was that she didn’t do relationships, it seemed the deeper he fell.
She was smiling at her friend. Then, she laughed.
Her sun kissed skin had make-up on it, but he told her all the time that he preferred her natural.
He felt almost weird for staring, but then she looked over and noticed him.
Heiress smiled and waved at him, and he chucked his chin up at her.
Inside the section, he gave Diric dap. He nodded a greeting at Diric’s female companion of the night, and he gave their big homie Canyon dap as well.
Those were the only guests that he acknowledged.
Canyon had been taken from his mother when he was five and placed into foster care.
He bounced around for a bit and when he was thirteen, he went to a couple that changed his life forever.
The man had very heavy connections and was a king pin.
He took to Canyon immediately because Canyon’s biological mother was Dominican, and so was he.
Him and Canyon both had rich dark skin and jet-black hair that lay like silk.
His spouse was a stay-at-home wife that wanted nothing more than to have children, but she couldn’t have any.
After Canyon was in their home for a year, they adopted him, and he had three adopted siblings.
When Canyon was eighteen, he was introduced to the family business.
When Canyon was twenty-one, his adopted father was murdered, and he took over.
Diric and Amar were younger than Canyon, but he met them at a park that he used to hoop at.
He was in his early twenties, and they were kids, but their basketball skills were nice.
When they were old enough to decide that they wanted to dabble in the streets, he was there to take them in and guide them.
Together, they supplied a good portion of the south with heroin.
There was a time when Canyon was making a million dollars a month, and that went on for almost a year so wealthy was an understatement.
He always said he would retire by forty but that was five years away, and he saw himself leaving the game before then.
He just wasn’t sure if he was going to pass his plug down to Diric or Amar.
Amar got a drink and spoke with Canyon and Diric for a bit.
Even at a birthday celebration, it was hard not to talk about business.
By the time he had downed drink number one, Amar peeped Heiress walking by the section clad in her nude catsuit.
Her curly weave was up in a messy bun, and the Cartier watch he got her as a just because gift shone heavy on her wrist. Amar neared the entrance of the section.
When she looked up and saw him, she paused. “Having fun?”
His eyes slid up and down her frame. “It’s aight. This club shit doesn’t excite me anymore, but you have an hour and a half to continue your fun.”
Heiress raised one eyebrow. “And then what?”
“Then we out,” he stated as if she should have already known the answer.
Heiress cocked her head slightly to the left.
Amar was handsome indeed. He stood 6’2 with almond colored skin and waist-length locs.
She loved it when he wrapped his muscular arms around her and held her in a tight bear hug.
She wasn’t reserved about dealing with him like most women because she didn’t fear getting hurt.
If he just wanted to have a little fun with her, she was down for the cause.
Heiress never expected the fun to last for damn near a year.
It was getting thick, and she didn’t want that.
“How you know I don’t already have plans for the night?”
A slow grin spread across Amar’s face. Some women would have said that just to get a rise out of him and make him jealous, but he knew that Heiress was dead serious.
She wasn’t one of those females that would be loyal to a man that she wasn’t with.
She wasn’t a hoe. That much he knew for sure.
She was just single, and she did what single women did.
She refused to let a man that didn’t want to commit make rules for her to follow.
Heiress was not one of them. But he wasn’t above wifing her, and he was cocky enough not to be intimidated if she did have plans. Whoever the nigga was, it wasn’t him.
“Then you change them shits. Stop being so difficult. Tell that lame ass nigga to get at you another night.”
All she could do was shake her head at him. “I didn’t drive. So…” her voice trailed off.
“So, like I said. In an hour and a half, we out.”
“Yes sir,” she smirked sarcastically and walked off.
Amar had patience with Heiress. Every time he saw the scar on her left temple, it reminded him to be easy.
The last fuck boy she entertained beat her within an inch of her life and left her for dead.
By the time she got to the hospital the doctors could barely find a pulse.
That was two years ago, and she still carried mad trauma.
The thought of being in another relationship terrified her.
Heiress had an air about her that made niggas fall in love and for some reason, she attracted toxic ass abusive men that always ended up insanely jealous over her.
Kevin wasn’t the first, but he was the only one that had tried to kill her.
An hour and a half later, Amar didn’t have to say a word.
Heiress appeared in the section ready to leave with him.
He said good-bye to his homies and unknowingly broke the heart of every female that flirted with him that night when he exited the club with Heiress.
Glancing over at her, he already knew she was hungry.
“I have some pizza at the crib. That good or you want something else?”
“Some veggie shit?” she scrunched up her nose, and he chuckled.
“All day. I don’t eat meat, and I rarely have company, so there was no need to put dead animal flesh on my pizza.”
“You are so aggy,” she giggled. “That veggie shit is fine.”
The twenty minute ride to his home was a smooth one where he just zoned out to the music, and she scrolled through her phone.
His phone went off every three minutes, and Heiress knew that they were more than likely his suitors.
It always baffled her that for as many women that wanted him, he seemed to want her the most. She wasn’t even sure what it was about her that men seemed to love.
That drove them insane to the point of feeling like they were professing their love by threatening her life.
That shit was too toxic for her and had never been a turn on, but she didn’t know just how real shit could get.
Not until she lay in a puddle of blood and urine thinking she was about to die.
At his home, he warmed up pizza for her and then, he got comfortable.
Heiress had only been to his home three times.
That was the very first clue that he liked her.
After seven months of seeing each other, he finally took her to his lavish five-bedroom home with a three car garage attached to it.
The house was huge, and she could have never lived in something that big alone.
Not even a top-of-the-line security system would make her feel secure in the massive home.
When she was done eating, no words were spoken as she followed him up the stairs to his bedroom that was double the size of hers.
Once she undressed, they crawled onto his bed where she placed her body on top of his, and his hands rested on her ass while their tongues did a sensual dance.
He massaged her ass as her nipples hardened.
Clue number two that he was feeling her, they stopped using condoms after eight months.
His hard dick was poking her, teasing her, and she hiked her bottom up so he could insert himself into her.
Heiress rode him slowly. She pulled back and peered into his eyes for a moment.
Amar reached up and put his hands in her weave.
He had a habit of massaging her scalp when she wore her natural hair.
Their stare off became too intense, and she had to close her eyes to break the connection.
Amar was something serious, but not even he could make her comfortable enough to fall again.
Getting close to the wrong person could literally be the death of her.
It was a lesson that she had learned the hard way.