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“Girl, turn right!” My mom yelled as she glanced at her phone's GPS.
I made a quick right onto the street. I slowed down as I drove up the block, squinting my eyes to find the place my mother wanted to go to. “Right there!” she pointed.
I pulled up in the parking lot next to the rundown-looking building. “What is this place?” I asked.
She looked at her phone, then back at me with her cheap blue lipstick on. “They said it’s a hole in the wall, and I want to find out since it’s my last night here. Let’s have some fun,” she smiled as the blue lipstick from her lips transferred to her teeth.
The Bottom Line. I mouthed as I read the half-lit sign.
The place looked like it was at its bottom line.
As I got out of the car, I spotted two motorcycles pulling up alongside me, followed by a car.
When I saw the blonde hair hanging from the helmet, I already knew who it was.
She pulled the helmet off and smiled. “Hey, Ms. Denna,” Harvey said.
My mother waved wildly, “Hey, Harve!”
I turned to her. “You don’t have to yell.”
My mother pulled at her orange lace top, which was stretched to its maximum.
Her extra titty meat hung over, and the patent leather shorts she wore seemed a little too small.
She wore a short, curly blue wig with no part, but somehow she managed to create her own.
I felt second-hand embarrassment by the way she was dressed, but this was my mother’s personality, and I knew even if I said something, it wouldn’t change.
Harvey didn’t bother to say anything, as she had already spoken to Sasha before walking over to my mother. That’s when I saw Zaria, Rayana, and Navi get out of the car. “What the hell?” I muttered.
Zaria stopped in front of me. “Consider this girls’ night. Let’s have some fun,” she squealed.
Zaria strutted by with a long black skirt on, and a sheer crop top with an orange bra.
Her waist beads set perfectly around her waist. All the girls looked good tonight.
It made me feel like everyone knew we were coming here but me.
“Hey, Lakia,” Yana said with her orange tube top and distressed wide-leg jeans resting on her hips.
Neither of the two looked like they had kids.
Navi and Sasha looped their arms in mine as they wore simple, tight black dresses. “Come on, girl,” Sasha giggled.
We were stopped at the door because the security wouldn’t let anyone in who wasn’t thirty-five and up.
However, my mother said something to him, and he let us in.
The atmosphere felt old. They say thirty-five and up, but it seemed like fifty and up.
The men and women were dressed in their own versions of urban clothing.
The music that boomed through the club was the same shit I listened to growing up, until the DJ hit a mix and a more up-tempo song began to play.
My mother tossed her hand in the air and strutted further inside.
Zaria followed behind her while she swayed her body. The old men turned their heads to watch her as their lustful eyes were hungry for new young eye candy. Harvey took Zaria’s hand as her body moved along with her.
“Get it, Zari!” I heard Yana yell while laughing.
Navi moved past me and slow-rolled her hips until she reached her sister. My mother held a cigarette in one hand and moved side to side with the girls, laughing with her mouth wide open. “Ou! Aye!” my mother said.
My eyes landed on the big ass rock Chevy put on Zaria’s finger. It screamed I’m married as fuck. Meanwhile, I was married and didn’t have one. Zaria patted her hips as she slowly rolled in a circle. “Yes. They’re jamming in here,” she said to Harvey.
Sasha came to me, grabbing my hand, moving it from side to side, pulling me toward them.
With the day I had, I needed to loosen up, but it seemed so hard when I knew my brother hated me, and so did his girl.
I let go and began dancing. My eyes landed on Harvey, who was giggling with my mother.
I wanted to talk to her, so I danced my way toward her when I felt my hand being pulled.
It was Yana, but her back was facing me.
An elderly man, who appeared to be in his sixties, stood before her.
He wore a cheap Hawaiian-style button-up with a pair of dark jeans and cowboy boots.
When he smiled at her, he was missing a few teeth.
The more he talked to her, the harder she squeezed my hand. The laugh that escaped me was insane.
His drunk ass leaned forward, closer to her face. Yana damn near head butt me as her head flew back. “Can I buy you ladies a drink?” he said to her.
“It’s seven of us. If you can’t afford it, then no,” Yana spat.
“I can buy you two one.” He pointed at me and her.
“I said seven, so no,” Yana said as she finally turned my way, hugging me like I was Diamond. “He’s so ugly,” she whined as I laughed.
My mother, Harvey and Zaria were now at the bar while Navi and Sasha were still dancing. I glanced at Yana, who was holding onto me for dear life. “Yana, let’s go to the bar.”
She nodded. I held onto her hand as I made my way through the crowd. When I reached the bar, I took the seat next to Harvey. She bobbed her head to the music, ignoring me. “Harvey,” I said in her ear.
She turned toward me, but said nothing. “I’m sorry, ok. I’m sorry I acted that way. I know you love my brother, and he loves you to death. I really want us to get along,” I told her.
She smiled. “That’s the thing, it was never me not getting along with you. It was you who didn’t like me. I accept your apology. I will always keep it cute, for Myles, but that’s it,” she finished and turned around.
I didn’t have any words. I didn’t know what else to say.
I wasn’t expecting her to kiss my ass, but I thought at least a hug would do.
I was ready to go. I pulled out my phone to text Fua.
I would have much rather been with him. “Girl, put that damn phone up and have some fun,” my mom said, standing in front of me, dancing.
When I glanced up at her, she was shining.
She was in her happy place and something about that made me happy.
She took my hand and lifted it as she swayed to the music.
My attention was directed to the fine ass man who walked up to the bar.
He gave big dick energy. His low-cut Cesar was salt and pepper, along with a beard that said he kept himself up.
The way he dressed wasn’t like the other men in here.
He wore a black T-shirt that showcased his caramel skin, the shirt neatly tucked into black slacks, and completed his outfit with black flats.
He held thick gold chains around his neck, and the smell that came from him was definitely a panty dropper.
I watched as he handed the bartender a few bills before he leaned down and said something in Zaria’s ear.
She held up her hand showing her wedding ring.
He stood beside her, eyeing her. The way his eyes gazed over her body, he wanted her.
I saw his mouth moving, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying.
Before I knew it, the bartender lined up a bunch of shot glasses, pouring liquor in them, “Drink on, Mister.”
“Mister?” Harvey said.
“Yes, he’s the owner,” the bartender pointed to the older man talking to Zaria.
He took Zaria’s hand and led her to the dance floor. “Woo shit! Ok, Mister!” my mom shouted.
“Chevy is going to kill him,” Harvey mumbled.
My mother waved her off. “That baby is having fun. She knows who her man is. She isn’t doing anything; leave her the hell alone. Gone head, Zaria, work his ass!” my mom said.
Harvey sipped on her drink. “Ms. Denna, you don’t know my brother Chevy like I do. He probably smells that nigga way at home,” I heard her say.
It must have been a Zoo thing. The men are so protective of their women. Now it further explained why Foe was the way he was for Harvey and why Monfua felt like he needed to off Kirk. Was I now considered a Zoo baby because of it?
I glanced back at my phone to see if Fua had texted back. I was ready to see my man.