Chapter 17 Mia #2
“Bitch, when I say I’m not fucking interested, that’s what I mean!” Roux yelled. “A nigga like you doesn’t even have enough money to sniff my pussy let alone eat it. You got five seconds to get your ass out of my section before I make you deep throat these fucking bullets.”
She mushed his head hard, causing him to fall back on his ass. He didn’t say another word as he rushed out of the VIP section. Roux tucked her gun and sat back down.
Lacey shook her head. “That was uncalled for, Roux,” she said. “You scared the hell out of that man.”
“Didn’t Leo tell that nigga I wasn’t interested? He asked for it. I bet he won’t push up on anybody else.”
I couldn’t help but to laugh because she was unfazed by her antics. I could understand, though. I’d crashed out on bitches in the club on a number of occasions. You had to learn to quit while you were ahead or deal with the consequences… also known as an ass whupping.
Things moved along like this crazy bitch hadn’t pulled a gun on somebody. We were having a decent time until Lacey started falling asleep because she was over her limit. Roux rolled her eyes as she stood to her feet.
“Let me get this drunk ho to bed,” she said. “You staying?”
“For a little while,” I said, retrieving my blunt from my wristlet.
“Okay. Be good, girl. Leo, get her ass,” she said, pointing at Lacey.
Leo lifted Lacey bridal style and followed behind Roux as they left the section. I sparked up my blunt and vibed to the music by myself while scrolling on my phone. I had a nice little buzz going when a shadow cast over me. I looked up to see yet another handsome man standing over me.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, sitting down uninvited.
“Back your ass up,” I said, scooting away from him.
“My bad, love. I just saw you over here and I had to come say hello.”
“You said it. Bye.”
“Damn, it’s like that?”
“I’m married,” I said, flashing the big ass rock on my finger. “I know you see that.”
“I don’t see no nigga. If you were my bitch, you wouldn’t be out here looking this good without me. That’s how you get snatched from your man.”
I laughed in his face. “You could never snatch me from my nigga.”
“Wanna bet? Let me buy you a drink. Talk to you for a little bit.”
“I’m good.”
“Come on, baby.”
“Nigga, I know you heard her say she got a muthafucking husband.”
A smirk spread across my face as I heard Titan’s voice. I looked at the man.
“You’re in danger.” Looking over my shoulder, I saw my man approaching. “Hey, baby.”
I took another pull from my blunt as he rounded the couch, knowing he was about to put on a show.
The guy stood to his feet. “Nigga, you let your bitch out looking like prey and expected her not to be hunted.”
Titan chuckled. “You called my wife a bitch?”
“Twice, baby,” I corrected.
“Twice? Oh, you a bold ass nigga, huh? Check this.”
Before dude could blink, Titan had chopped him in the throat. He stumbled backward, but before he could fall, Titan grabbed the front of his shirt and put his pistol to the man’s head.
“Nigga, I don’t play that disrespectful shit about that one right there,” he said calmly. “That’s mine, you feel me?”
“I— I feel y-you.”
“Nah, I don’t think you do. You sat your ass up here and came outta pocket to my woman after she told you she was married. You don’t see that big ass ring on her finger, bitch?”
“I see it! I’m sorry, man. I was tripping.”
“You was tripping? Nah, you were feeling yourself. Look at her. I know she’s beautiful as fuck.
Pussy fire as hell too.” He winked at me, causing me to blush.
“You thought you were gonna sweet talk her outta that thong, huh? You must want me to blow yo’ muthafucking head off, my nigga.
She’s got a husband that ain’t wrapped too tight, and while she can handle herself, I make sure she won’t have to. ”
“A’ight man! I get it!”
“Apologize to my wife for calling her out her name.”
“I’m sorry.”
Titan hit him with the gun. “Say it like you fucking mean it! Say I’m sorry, Mrs. DeLuca.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. DeLuca.”
Titan looked at me. “You accept his apology, baby?”
I pulled from the blunt. “No. Beat his ass.”
A devious grin spread across Titan’s face.
“Sorry, my boy. Wifey say get ‘em, I gotta get ‘em.”
He didn’t say another word before he was pistol whipping that man with the butt of the gun.
People were watching with shocked looks on their faces.
Some were looking at security to do something, but they weren’t about to touch Titan, knowing he ran with my brothers.
They’d come over, but as soon as they saw my face, they turned right around.
When Titan got tired of beating the man’s ass, he tossed him across the room.
“Call her a bitch again and the next time it’ll be bullets!” he barked.
He tucked his gun away and reached for my hand.
“Come on here, woman. I came back early to surprise you and you got me out here showing my ass.”
I giggled as I accepted his hand and stood to my feet.
“I was minding my business and enjoying my drink.”
“Yeah, okay.” He pulled me into his arms, crashing his lips into mine with a nasty kiss. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. Take me home and get me out of these clothes.”
He smirked. “You sure about that?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I pulled him toward the exit. It had been too long since I felt him inside me, and while I was feeling good, I needed him to make me feel better.