Chapter 3 #2
“Don’t disrespect me, Lord, and don’t disrespect my fuckin’ homeboys. Anytime yo’ grown ass needs somethin’, we there without a second thought even when we ain’t gotta be, so don’t minimize me or them to no mothafuckin’ minions.”
“I didn’t mean to say that,” she replied somberly.
“Porcia, I love you to death and I know you grown, but you ain’t steppin’ out with no nigga that I ain’t met or Proof ain’t approved. You know that. So spare Lord’s life. Cancel whatever fuckin’ plans you thought you had and just call ya homegirls.”
“This isn’t fair. I’m gone tell auntie…” she whined.
“Life ain’t fair and I don’t give a fuck who you call, Porsh. My mama knows who she raised.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled.
“I love you, baby girl, and I’ll see you when I get back to the crib.”
I disconnected the call then finished up getting ready before sending a text to Chino, one of the lil’ Lords, for him to trail my cousin and keep an eye on her ass. She wasn’t gon’ tell me who the nigga she called herself entertaining was, so I was gon’ find out on my fucking own.
I peeped the mirror to give myself one final look before heading out to meet Chez and his people. Since it was a slight night, I kept it simple with a black and white Givenchy short set paired with the DMP Gratitude Jordan 11s. My jewelry was simple too; buss down Cuban link, bracelet, and Pattek.
I got the notification that the security team was ready for transport, so I left the room and headed downstairs. There were already two guards to escort me down in case I was spotted by any fans.
The lines were long as fuck when we arrived at Heat. I was impressed. A.C. wasn’t small, but it was still growing so not as big as CF just yet, but the bitches were out, and a nigga was glad about the shit.
As soon as I stepped out the ride, the crowd outside went crazy.
There were hella flashes from people recording and taking pictures; all of the women screaming they loved me, asking a nigga to take them inside with me and shit.
Nobody that I saw immediately was worthy enough for me to take inside so I just kept it pushing.
“My nigga.” Chez stood when I entered the section. We dapped each other up, then I moved around to do the same to the rest of his crew as well as shake his wife’s hand when he introduced her. “We got plenty of bottles and there are blunts in rotation.”
“Brought my own gas, Lord.” I smirked taking a seat on one of the couches. “Appreciate you though.”
I only smoked with Prynce and Jay if I smoked with niggas. It was nothing against him or his people, but I knew my Lord’s. I didn’t know how these niggas kept themselves up and what the fuck they did with their hands and mouth’s.
Shit turned up quickly when the deejay dropped me and Breeze’s song, especially because we were in the building. They had to double up on security because the bitches were fighting to get up that bitch with us.
“This why I barely let my girl come out here with me.” Chez shook his head. “Shit be too wild for my liking.”
“Shit, this why I ain’t got a girl period.” I chuckled. “Too many hoes to choose from.”
I’d had a couple of girlfriends growing up, one that I did really care about, but I had too much going on.
Felicia was a good ass girl, but she was always on a nigga back about coming in early and spending time with her and shit.
I wasn’t on that. When the guys needed me or if I felt inspired to be in the studio, I wanted to do that shit without hearing any nagging coming behind the shit.
“When you meet the right person, all that shit will change,” he assured but I waved him off. I wasn’t on that. My focus was on stacking bread and ensuring the organization remained untouched.
After an hour we ran through two bottles and a zip, a nigga was faded. I let Chez know that I would be back because I needed to run to the restroom. The security team surrounded me and escorted me.
“Can I help you in there, Loco?” One of the hoes that followed us asked.
“What you gon’ do, baby? Shake for me?”
“If that’s what you need me to do.”
I laughed and shook my head before entering.
One of the guards tried coming in claiming he’d stay outside the stall but wanted to come in just in case.
I respectfully declined, lifting my shirt to show him that I was always strapped and straight by myself.
Only reason I even had a security team was because Sy’s ass would complain if I didn’t.
Walking over to the sink when I was done, I washed my hands then grabbed some paper towels to dry them before exiting to an even bigger crowd outside of the door. The shit was crazy because a nigga wasn’t doing shit but pissing, and people were still there with their phones out.
I walked through the sea of people, following security back to the section. I fell back onto the couch I was sitting on before and immediately started to roll another blunt. I was gon’ smoke one more before taking my ass back to the room.
“Loco,” a slim, light skin chick approached, cheesing hard as fuck, pointing to the seat next to me. “Can I?”
I took a pull from my blunt and eyed her. She was cute enough, so I nodded. She wasted no time sitting her ass down close as fuck to me. I had to scoot over some because she was pressed right up against a nigga.
“I’m Quasha.”
“Word.” I nodded. I didn’t give a fuck what her name was, only if she was sucking dick tonight or not. I wasn’t trying to get to know her ass past that.
“So, are you—”
“You tryna get up outta here?” I asked, cutting her ass off. I could immediately tell she was about to go down a path that I wasn’t going with her ass. I wasn’t gon’ ever see her again after dicking her down, so I wanted to save us both the time.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” she stood with me, grabbing her things.
I went over to dap Chez and his people up, letting them know that I was out. Ol’ girl followed closely behind me as I exited the section. I told security that she was good when they tried stopping her, then we made our way through the crowd.
As soon as we got outside, I noticed two pretty ass girls standing off to the side.
The taller one was clearly drunk because her ass was barely able to stand up, while the short, pretty one was assisting her.
My breath was taken the fuck away when she glanced our way once she noticed us.
Her eyes stretched wide, more than likely realizing who I was.
Hell, I was sure that the look on my face mirrored hers.
I’d never seen a bitch prettier than her.
She was short as fuck, no taller than about five feet two or three, but that body was banging.
She was wearing a shirt that showed off her flat stomach, some little ass shorts with ass peaking from the back, and some heels, showcasing her French pedicure.
I knew what it was because I’d been to the salon with my mama a few times and that’s what she got.
I was a sucker for pretty feet, so the sight had me salivating.
Her body and pretty feet weren’t even what had a nigga though.
It was her face. She was fucking gorgeous without even trying and it didn’t look like she had on makeup either.
If she did, she or her makeup artist did a good ass job because I damn sure couldn’t tell.
It looked like all she had on was some red lipstick, making her heart shaped lips look that much better.
I found myself wanting to kiss that little ass button nose and to count the freckles on her pretty ass face.
Her caramel skin was flawless with tattoos on her arm and one going up her side, underneath her shirt.
It was crazy how much attention I was paying, but I was etching every detail of her in mind.
“The cars ready, sir.” One of the security guards interrupted, tearing my attention from baby girl.
“Aight, go ahead,” I pointed to the car, glancing back at ol’ girl from the club. “I’ll be back.”
I didn’t wait for either of them to reply before I started in the direction of the two women. Baby girl, yanked on her friend saying something to her while trying to play it cool as I approached.
“What’s up, ladies?”
The taller one’s head shot up when she heard my voice, and just like her friend earlier, her eyes stretched wide. “Loco?!” She asked excitedly. “What the fuck!”
“In the flesh.” I smirked. “What y’all on?”
“We’re on whatever you’re on,” she answered, as the shorter one elbowed her and I laughed.
“We’re just waiting on our car,” baby girl replied.
“Word, what’s your name?”
“Diamond.” Her friend quickly answered, nudging her forward.
“Kabria,” she hissed, glaring back at her before she looked at me and smiled. “I’m sorry. She’s drunk.”
“It’s cool,” I smiled. “I’m twisted myself.” I admitted, running a hand across my fade. “What y’all about to get into?”
“Nothing at all. I’m going home.”
“Word. You want some company?” I smirked.
She did the same, crossing her arms in front of her. “You seem to have your hands full tonight.” She chucked her head toward the car. “I saw you come out of the club with someone.”
“I’ll get that hoe up outta there for your fine ass though. You look like your pussy better than hers anyway.” I admitted.
She scoffed, dropping her arms and her smile. “I’m sure that usually works for you, but I’m afraid you have the wrong woman tonight, sweetheart. You have to do more than be a superstar rapper and attractive to get a rise out of me. I think you should stick to the company you’re used to.”
She turned and got ready to walk away, but I quickly caught her hand to stop her. She turned to look at me, pulling her hand away. I smirked, looking her over, slipping my hands into my pocket.
“At least let a nigga get your number,” I said and she chuckled.
“For me to have to turn around and block you when you say some more goofy shit? No thank you.”
“Damn, it’s like that?” I grinned.
Had she been anybody else talking as recklessly to me as she was, her ass would be scooping her teeth up off the ground, but she was fine as fuck and the only woman to mesmerize me, so she got a pass.
“Aight, my bad about that. Give me your number so I can make it up to you.”
She eyed me momentarily then said, “I’ll give you my Pikz handle.”
“Got damn, Lord, you’re a tough cookie ain’t it.”
She shrugged. “After what you just said and the fact that you have a woman in your car mugging me, be glad I offered that.”
Chuckling, I pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it to her so that she could give me her shit. I watched her key in her information then follow herself before she handed my phone back to me.
“Goodnight, Loco.”
“Makhai,” I corrected. “I’m gon’ hit you soon, and don’t be tryna curve a nigga when I try to make it up to you either.”
“Goodnight, Makhai,” she repeated, but with my real name this time.
“Goodnight, beautiful.” I began to trek backwards while smiling at her.
I finally turned around fully, sliding in the car when the driver opened the door for me.
“Who was she?” Ol’ girl asked as soon as the door was closed.
“Don’t worry about it.” I quipped, then asked, “You got a MyChart?”
“Um, yes, why?”
“Let me see the shit.” I wanted to get some head from her, but I needed to make sure she didn’t have herpes or no shit before that happened.
Her brows were furrowed as she looked at me.
She realized quickly how serious I was because I’d told the nigga to stop the car.
Her ass was gon’ get out right where we were if she didn’t hustle.
Quickly, she fished her phone from her purse then logged into her MyChart.
I thumbed through the shit, checking results and the dates.
She’d just gone to the doctor a few days ago, so her results were recent.
I nodded in satisfaction before giving her the phone back.
“Aight we good.” I told the driver then let up the privacy screen so she could do her thing. I shot the driver a text to take me to a telly close by so I could hit. I let him know I didn’t need anything luxurious, just somewhere to hit then I’d go back to my room.
Ol’ girl lucked up because she was in for a good time tonight. A nigga was feeling good as fuck after having just met the girl of my mothafuckin’ dreams. I was gon’ put on a performance tonight because I couldn’t get her pretty ass off my mind.