Chapter 77
FLEX
“Third position,” I snapped. “Now fourth and fifth, now back to first,” I finished.
As the girls brought their arms back to first position.
I cut the music. They all began to pack their things to leave for the day.
I grabbed my water and chugged it down. Since Harvey turned me down, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
It’s funny how I started by wanting her man, now I want her.
There was a light tap on my shoulder. Alyse stood there.
“Are you a stripper for real?” she asked.
I didn’t know whether I should be honest or lie. Her innocent face waited for an answer. “No, I’m not,” I lied.
Relief left her. “That means they’re hating because you're good at what you do. All they do is talk about you. I know you don’t care what they think, but you seem so nice.”
I forced a laugh. “People talk about people all the time. If you let it bother you, then you will be stuck.”
She smiled as she left the room. I decided that I would show my face at Bishop’s party tonight.
It was the scariest night of the year and the last thing I wanted was to be alone.
Especially while Scooter was around, he had been pretty quiet lately, and that’s what scared me because the money I had promised him, I never gave him.
I swung my bag over my shoulder to leave before it got dark when I was met by someone standing in the doorway. “Porsha Jones,” he gritted. “I thought since that day you would stay away, but it seems like your interest was piqued a little too muhfuckin much for my liking.”
I stepped back and he stepped forward. “I—”
“Have you met a real shoota before? Have you met a nigga whose words are short, but his finger is quick? Oh, wait, you did get a sample of the trigga finger.” Foe laughed.
I gripped my strap tightly. “What, you scared you will lose your bitch to pussy,” I snapped.
“Never scared. You, on the other hand, should be. Harvey told me you popped up asking her on dates and shit. Little momma, I don’t normally fuck with bitches, but the role you're trying to step into, well,” he said as he threw his hand up, then extended his arm using his two fingers as a trigger.
I swallowed deeply as Foe backed out of the room.
The last thing I needed was another nigga after me.
I took a deep breath and left the studio.
I jogged to my car, tossed my bag in the back seat and got in.
Suddenly, the passenger side door opened, and Kareem hopped in.
He aimed his gun at my side. “Drive!” he shouted.
My hands shook. “What the fuck! Why do you have a gun on me?” I cried.
He pressed the barrel further into my side. “It’s Halloween, baby, all the spooky shit happens. We got a party to go to, now fucking drive!”
I knew it would be only a matter of time before this nigga lost his mind and the thought of what he had planned for the night terrified the fuck out of me.