18. Chapter 17
Steelo stood in the kitchen seasoning chicken while old school R Amir running through their huge backyard.
His mother drinking tea in the sun room.
And movie nights in the finished basement.
After he finally hung up, his mother grabbed his face with both hands.
“I’m so proud of you baby,” she whispered.
Steelo hugged her again. Life finally felt like it was easing up on him a little.
Later that night after Amir fell asleep full off spaghetti and fruit punch, Steelo stood outside on the balcony smoking thanking God again.
His phone sat in his hand while one person came across his mind.
Mercedes.
That kiss outside Heaven’s Door replayed in his mind all over again. The tears in her eyes. The way she grabbed his hoodie when she kissed him like she needed somebody to finally hold onto her for once.
Steelo felt like he was on top of the world. He got everything he prayed for tonight. His mom was okay. His son was good. And the house was theirs.
Only thing missing now…
Was her.
The line outside Heaven’s Door wrapped around the corner while bass pounded through the walls hard enough to shake the sidewalk.
Girls in heels laughed near valet while security checked IDs under the bright lights near the entrance.
Then a black Honda pulled up hard against the curb.
Heads turned fast. The driver door swung open fast as hell.
Allure stepped out wearing all black with a fitted jacket zipped to her neck and a black face mask covering the lower half of her face.
Big sunglasses hid the bruising still left around her eyes.
But none of that could hide the rage rolling off her.
Allure started screaming at the top of her lungs. “WHERE THE FUCK SHE AT?!”
Conversations died on the spot. She slammed the car door hard enough to make people turn around.
“Oh shit, there go Allure…” one dancer muttered under her breath.
“Move,” she snapped while shoving past the velvet rope. Her energy alone had people backing up and moving out the way.
Security rushed toward her fast.
One of the guards frowned. “Allure?”
“The fuck it look like nigga?” she snapped.
“Aye, chill. Where you going?” Two security guards grabbed on to her.
Allure shoved one of them hard. “GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! I'M HERE TO SEE MARCUS!!”
The second guard looked uncomfortable. “Marcus is busy tonight.”
Allure laughed sharply. “Busy?” She pointed toward the club entrance. “Yeah aight, that lying ass mothafucka been ‘busy’ ever since my teeth got knocked out my fuckin' mouth.”
People in line started whispering now.
Phones slowly started coming out while some people went live on Instagram and Facebook.
The guards noticed it and tried to stop the situation before it got out of hand.
“Aight chill yo,” one muttered quietly. “Not out here.”
“Not out here my ass mothafucka,” Allure barked louder toward the entrance. She was writhing with anger. “I'm gonna talk the fuck OUT HERE like I fucking planned on doing. Matter fact, tell that BITCH JUNE TO COME THE FUCK OUTSIDE SO I CAN TALK TO HER ASS!!!!!"
One security guard grabbed her arm. “You can’t be up here acting like this man.”
“The fuck I can’t!” Allure screamed. “That bitch ruined my fuckin' face!”
People in line started murmuring louder now.
One girl whispered, “That’s the dancer that got fucked up by that Asian girl…”
Allure heard it too. Being humiliation cracked something open inside her.
“You wanna see bitch since yo ass is whisperin' and shit?! I'll show all yall mothafuckas!!!” she screamed.
Before security could stop her, Allure walked over her and snatched the mask off her face.
The crowd gasped. Somebody actually yelled out, “OH SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK YO!!!!”
Her mouth looked terrible. She had several missing teeth, swollen gums, and the bruising was still visible. And since she never got the proper dental care it looked like it was starting to become infected.
A few people looked away.
And that broke her all over again publicly.
Tears flooded her eyes while rage twisted across her face.
“YEAH THAT'S RIGHT!!!!” she screamed. “LOOK AT IT MOTHAFUCKAS!!!!”
A few people looked at Allure like she was having a mental breakdown. Some even debated whether or not to call 911.
“That bitch did this to me and Marcus's shady ass is in there protecting her! Tell them to come the fuck out now!!”
Inside the club, June heard yelling near the front entrance while walking toward VIP carrying a bottle.
Mercedes frowned. “What the fuck is going on out there?”
Then they heard it. “JUNEEEEEE!”
June quickly put the bottle down and made her way to the front door.
Everybody near the front started rushing toward the entrance trying to see.