Chapter 9
NINE
Loco.
“Atlyn, it’s been real!” I said then smiled at the crowd before dapping Breeze up then exiting the stage.
I didn’t even realize I had as many songs as I did with his ass before doing shows with him.
The shit was a workout for real, and I had to damn near run from the Honey hoe that danced for the nigga.
I knew it was a reason I didn’t crack her when we shot the last video. She was a nuisance for real.
I went to the dressing room to get my shit together then I checked my phone.
My mama had hit me up asking about Diamond and the baby like she had been doing since she went to A.C.
I had to let her ass know I didn’t know any of the details she was asking for because Diamond wasn’t my bitch and her niece wasn’t my child.
I’d told myself that I was gon’ fall back from her.
She was fine as shit and I was sure worth the chase, but I wasn’t fucking with that ungrateful shit or grouping me with any of the bitch ass niggas she was probably used to dealing with.
Her little comments rubbed me fucking wrong, so I was good on her.
I had hella hoes on my dick, so I wasn’t gon’ keep running behind her accepting her mothafuckin’ insults and shit.
After I texted my mama back and sent her Diamond’s number so she could worry her ass to death, I packed my shit up and dipped back to the hotel.
I’d gotten the presidential suite and invited my cousin and her friends, as well as some of the Lords, to come down to the first show of Breeze’s tour because we were all gon’ pop out.
Porcia and her friends left before me so they could come back and get ready for the night, so they were already there with their music blasting and shit when I entered. I didn’t even go to her side and bother them. I just went to my room and showered.
Once I was out, I brushed my teeth then got ready. I was chillin’ so I threw on a black Givenchy tee that had the brand and design stitched in purple, some black shorts and the Field Purple Jordan 12’s. I clasped on both of my chains, bracelet, and watch, then sprayed on some Baccarat cologne.
After I was dressed, I stuffed bands of money into a small, black Louis Vuitton backpack.
We were going to Kiss, the strip club, tonight and a nigga was planning to blow a bag.
I heard my cousin and her people in the living room area, so I pocketed all of my shit, grabbed my leather Givenchy coat then left the room to see if they were ready.
“Hope y’all ready to go.”
“We are, come take a shot,” Porcia said as she poured their shots up.
“Where Kinnidi?” I saw Lyrah and Daija, but one was missing.
“You know Jabari is here,” she rolled her eyes. “She went with him. They’re going to meet us there.”
“Yeah?” I grabbed my shot glass and tossed it back. “Nigga ain’t told me he was coming.”
“I know.” Porcia grinned. “Him and Prynce came to surprise you.”
“Right, and you ruined it, Big Mouth.” Daija bumped her with her shoulder. “You talk too much when you’re drunk.”
My eyes zeroed in on my cousin. She had a big goofy smile on her face, looking just like her pops, so I knew then that she was lit.
“Don’t drink shit else.” I shook my head. “And bring yo’ ass from around that counter so I can see what the fuck you got on.”
Just from the top of the shit alone I knew the shit was inappropriate as fuck for her to be going out with me and my niggas.
Her shoulders slumped then she stood upright and rolled her eyes. “Makhai, don’t start.”
“Come around.” I repeated before sealing my blunt.
She sucked her teeth then stomped her spoiled ass around the counter so that I could see her. She was pulling at the sides of the little ass dress she was wearing trying to make it appear longer than what the fuck it actually was.
“See, it’s fine.”
“Naw, the shit is barely there.” I shook my head. “I told you to do that thot shit when you with ya thot ass friends, not when you with me.”
“Excuse me?” Lyrah and Daija snapped in unison.
“Y’all heard me.” I chuckled. “Y’all shit little as fuck too.”
“We’re going to the strip club, Makhai. This is how some women dress when they go out,” Daija argued with an eye roll.
“Naw, that’s how hoes that’s tryna be chosen dress when they go out,” I countered. “You don’t gotta be naked to go to the fucking strip club, Lord, unless ya ass ‘bout to pay tip out or some shit.”
“Ugh, just come on.” Porcia snatched her small ass purse up and stomped toward the door.
Her homegirl followed suit, grabbing bags that were equally as small. I wasn’t even gon’ trip on my cousin tonight because her ass wouldn’t want to come out no more. I was just gon’ chill but keep my eyes on her ass.
“Don’t look like y’all got no bread in them lil’ ass bags,” I said as I followed them out of the suite.
“We don’t need any. You have plenty,” Porcia tossed over her shoulder, and I laughed.
We all filed onto the private elevator and met the security downstairs.
I opted out of using the main entrance because I didn’t want to run into a crowd while I had my cousin with me.
When we made it outside, I helped Porcia and her friends into the awaiting Tahoe before I got in my Lamborghini.
I wanted to smoke and ride in peace. I knew they’d be talking a mile a minute, so I let them get the truck and just followed them to the club.
The crowd outside was thick as fuck, but security was tight as shit, so we were good.
I got out first then went to help Porsh and them out.
I let them walk ahead of me but behind security.
The women were going berserk as usual, screaming my name, begging for me to bring them inside.
I also knew they had their phones out, so I looked and tossed my L’s up for the cameras.
While doing so, I saw some familiar faces.
Diamond was off to the side going at it with that dancing ass nigga that stopped me about his hoe at the video shoot.
I shook my head at her fine ass when she spotted me before looking away and making my way inside of the packed club.
I was on guard the entire way to the section, then relaxed once we entered and I saw my people.
Jabari and Prynce were already posted with their wives on one large couch, and the rest of the section was littered with the Lords.
Porcia and her friends went to the empty part of the couch to sit while I dapped a few people up before making my way over to my brothers.
The two couples stood, so I hugged their wives first then took turns pulling both of my boys into brotherly hugs.
“The fuck y’all ain’t tell me y’all was comin’ out this way?”
“Shit, Kinnidi told me she was comin’ to ya show, so I pushed up too.”
“Same, Lord. Safari thought she was ‘bout to go backstage with that nigga Breeze talkin’ about a meet and greet.” P frowned at his wife. “So, I had to come shut that shit down.”
I laughed, taking a seat next to them. They’d already ordered bottle service, so I pulled some weed from my bag so me and Prynce could roll up.
After we got all of that done, and their ladies went to join the others, we got the party started and they let the dancers in the section.
I picked the ones that I wanted to dance for me first. Prynce did the same, but Jabari opted out.
Strip clubs had never been his thing, but I was glad he came.
It was rare that I got to chill with both of my niggas at the same time because me and Jay were both on the road a lot.
Safari came to get some bread from her nigga, and Kinnidi was right behind her. Sis said just because Jay didn’t want to enjoy the festivities, didn’t mean she wasn’t going to. His ass happily handed the bread over. I broke my cousin and her girls off too, then I sat back to indulge myself.
The shit was ridiculous the way we were throwing money in our section.
I knew the dancers that didn’t get chosen to come up were hot because the ones in our section damn sure made a bag.
Mainly the one that I’d kept to myself. She was pretty as shit with a body that would stop any man in his tracks.
She smelled good as a mothafucka too despite dancing all night.
Her intoxicating ass perfume mixed with the weed and liquor I’d been on had me ready.
“Ay, what time you gettin’ outta here?” I asked her.
I was faded, but I didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up.
“I can leave now if you want me to.”
Nodding, I said, “Yeah, I’m ‘bout to slide and I want you to come with me.”
“Okay,” she grabbed the bag the house mom had stuffed her money into. “I need like fifteen minutes then I’ll be ready.”
It wasn’t until then that I realized she thought we were riding together. That shit wasn’t happening, so I said, “Naw, lock ya number in.”
I pulled my burner from my pocket and handed it to her.
She quickly keyed her number in then handed it back to me.
When she left, I looked around for my cousin.
She was tucked off to the side with her girls, but I noticed a few other mothafuckas lingering too, so I got my ass up and went over because Porcia had her friends over there twerking and shit.
“Ay, Lord, you wanna move ya mothafuckin’ hand?” I said to Chino who had his hand on my cousin’s waist.
He removed it and lifted his hands as he back peddled. “My fault, Lord.”
I watched him until he got to the other side where the other homies scrammed with his ass.
I didn’t miss the lil’ fucking look he gave my cousin either.
I made a mental note to holla at Jay and P to see if they noticed anything going on between the two of them.
Chino was my nigga, and I fucked with him tough, but the nigga wasn’t about to be fucking with my cousin.
I wanted her with some blue-collar nigga that wasn’t involved in the life.
“Fuck you got goin’ on, Porcia?”