Chapter 26
Bachelor Party
Islah ironed my dress pants while I put my clothes on to go out with my niggas. I told Keith ass that I wanted something simple: drinks at the bar or a poker night at the barbershop, but them niggas had the club going up for me.
“You know I will stay home if you want me to,” I said to Islah.
“No, baby, I want you to go have fun with your people before we are locked in the house covered in baby throw up and pee.”
I laughed while I slid my pants on.
Islah came back over to me and handed me my chains like she was trying to get rid of a nigga.
“I don’t need all that shit,” I said, buckling my chain and seeing Keith blowing up my phone that was laying beside me.
Islah nodded. “You do need all that shit, you deserve all that shit, let it be a part of our restart.”
I listened to what she was sayin’, while I grabbed my watch and slid it on, hearing a horn blow outside.
“Them niggas here,” I said, not really wanting to go.
Islah grabbed my phone and kissed me.
“Go have fun while I do wedding things, and you can do me when you get home.”
We laughed together as she walked me down the steps and to the front door. After she opened it, I pulled her into my arms for a hug.
“I will be home right after we’re done with this shit.”
Islah laughed while holding me. “I love you, babe. Have fun, please.”
I walked out to my niggas blowing the car down. Keith handed me a blunt before he even spoke to me. I hopped in, closed the door behind me, and the drive pulled straight off like they already told him the move for the night.
“This nigga done turned into a house nigga!” Keith yelled out, making me choke on my smoke.
“Man, cut it out,” I responded.
“You look like you wanted to stay with your girl.”
I shrugged. “I did, she bout to get comfortable, take a shower and shit without me. That’s my favorite part of the day.”
Them niggas laughed at me.
“Listen, before you leave the house for good, can we turn up one last time? We understand you putting a ring on it, turn up with ya guys one last time before you’re in the house for good,” Sammy said, throwing his hands up in the air. “That’s all we askin’.”
Them nigga looked at me like I was finna tell the driver to turn the truck around.
“Pass me the fuckin bottle, let’s do this shit.”
Keith started clapping while smoke and bottles got passed around while we headed out the east side. The truck pulled up on the block, and that shit was live.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked looked out the tinted window. “Oh, we going up for the boss nigga, fuck you talkin bout.”
The truck pulled in front of Sammy’s shop, and we hopped out. The music was blasting from a DJ across the street.
As we hopped out, niggas started yellin my name, starting to crowd us trying to congratulate me. We walked inside the barbershop, and that shit was live. Nigga was getting cuts, talkin shit, and making money, but he turned the back into a corner into a lil’ bar.
Ricky passed me another cup, and I turned around dapping up a few niggas that were around while Keith was still talking about how I switched up.
“I didn’t switch up nigga, I got more shit going on now than I did before,” I had to remind him.
Sammy changed the subject, talking about how this was my night, but I wasn’t feeding into that shit. We walked outside and moved around the block, smoking and talking to a few people here and there. I was there, but I really wasn’t locked in like I would be any other time.
My mind was on Islah, Amir, the wedding. All this shit I was around was shit that I was used to.
“Shit, maybe I have changed,” I mumbled to myself, catching Sammy’s ear.
“You not feelin’ this? he asked me.
I took a sip from my cup. “A bunch of niggas trying to run up and dap me up, nah, I’m not.”
Sammy nodded. “Shit, we can take it to the club then.”
I nodded, and them niggas followed me to the truck.
I said bye to a few people, then hopped in the truck.
Sammy gave the driver the okay to pull off.
While we drove through the hood, I texted Islah, telling her I would rather be home with her watching a movie and eating her pussy instead of being out with these niggas, and she took that shit as a joke when I was so serious.
When we got to the club, we walked straight in, and that bitch was already packed. I stood at the door with my gang on either side of me, and women started to flock to me immediately. I looked at them bitch, and pushed past them to the VIP area, having one of the ladies get us straight.
We got led to a section. We had a clear view of the floor and the bitches around the room dancing. My niggas bought a few bottles while I rolled up.
“Nigga how you feelin’?” Ricky asked.
I shook my head. “My fault, fellas. I guess I have changed.” I expressed.
“I guess I am just getting into that husband mode. Islah has been home and shit, and it’s been just us while Amir is in school, and then she…
” I paused, almost letting out the baby shit.
“She’s been stressed about the wedding shit, all that’s been a lot. ”
They all nodded.
“I feel that” Keith said. “But feel this, this is your last night out—”
“No, the fuck it’s not,” I said, cutting him off. “That’s why I said I didn’t need none of this shit. She still gonna have her girl nights, I’ma still gonna slide out with y’all.”
Sammy laughed. “Well, shit nigga! How about we just want to act like it is and celebrate you the way people normally do shit? damn.”
I laughed at them and threw my hands up. “Fine, nigga, fine.”
After a while of us talking and watching bitches dance, some girls came over to the section and spoke to Keith, whispering in his ear. He gave a slight nod, and they came in, taking a seat where they could, one of them next to me.
I left the bitch alone, ducked off in my phone while my niggas talked to the rest of them, texting Islah seeing what she was up to when I heard.
“My friend said you are getting married.”
I looked over to my right to this brown-skinned, thick bitch sitting next to me.
I looked over at her friend, this yellow bone girl talking to Sammy. She glanced over to me with a smile.
I nodded to the girl beside me and looked back at my phone before I stood up and walked out of the section, leaning against the rail. I was alone for a few minutes, looking around, when another bitch came and stood next to me, bumping me a lil’ bit, making me look at her.
“Your love, right?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah,” not saying shit else to her.
She nodded at me. “Everybody’s been around the club talking about how you that nigga, and I wanted to find out for myself.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“That’s Wussup, but I’m good.”
She pushed up against me. “But I can make you feel better.”
I looked at her and laughed.
“Give me a lil’ minute,” I said, getting close to her ear. “I got something for you.”
I walked back to the section and texted my cousin Katie, asking her if she was busy and wanted to make some money. She responded quick and said she was free, and I sent her my address, telling her to go to my new house to watch Amir for me.
After that, I texted Islah, sending her the address to the club that I was at and told her to get dressed and come be with me. She texted me back, confused, like I said something she couldn’t understand. I repeated myself until she finally said okay, and I sent a car to the house.
I chilled back in the section drinking, smoking, and talking to my niggas, letting the time pass by while they tried to talk them bitches into going home with them.
I laughed at them niggas working to compete with the music when my eyes panned to the door, and I saw her.
My wife to be.
I stood up and walked over to her slow. Our eyes locked the whole time. She was wearing a short, tight leather dress that had her breasts sitting up and out right. The dress fit her frame just right. I could see her ass from the front.
When I got up to her, I smiled, took her hand into mine, and spun her around in a circle so I could get a good look at her before I pulled her into my arms for a kiss. I don’t give a fuck who we were in.
“You’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years,” Islah said in my ear.
I kissed her on her neck. “It felt like it. I needed you with me.”
I took her hand and walked her up to our section. Once them extra bitches saw Islah, they got up outta there quick.
Sammy and Keith looked at me and laughed when I walked through with Islah, like I was doing something that surprised them.
We took a seat, and I pulled Islah into my arms.
“Why did you want me here with you?” she asked.
I looked around the club at the bitches looking at me.
“Because these bitches are doing a lot here, I wanted to show them why I was good.”
Islah smiled at me and leaned her head on my shoulder, cuffing her hand in mine.
Me and my niggas continued to talk. It was crazy that my mood lightened up since I had her next to me, and I felt much better. I started joking with my niggas, doing my lil’ dance while sitting down, making Islah smile until her song by Ella Mai, Little Things, came on, and I stood up.
“Come on, mamas,” I said, reaching out my hand. “Come two steps with me.”
Islah smiled, and we walked out, taking up the middle of the story by any means like we were practicing for our first time.
Me and Islah hit our lil’ side while them bitches that was trying to jump on my dick watched from the side mad.
“Aye, we got an engagement in the building,” The DJ yelled out. “Y’all shout out Love and his fiancée, Islah!”
The spotlight was on us, and the room clapped for us while we still moved around.
Islah had a smile on her face that I could never forget. Fuck her lighting up the room. She lit up my life and was slowly turning me into a better nigga, a nigga that was just for her.
“I want to marry you now,” I blurted out.
She pulled away from me, looking at me like this wasn’t the place to talk about it, but I didn’t give a damn.
I pressed into her back, bringing her body back into mine before I continued.
“I don’t want to wait anymore. It’s been too much going on, and what would make me the happiest right now would be making you my wife, soon, rather than a month or two away. ”
Islah looked at me. She opened her mouth and closed it because nothing was coming out. Then she tried again.
“I…well…,” she stuttered. “Let me think about it.”
I nodded and left it at that.