Chapter 22
SOSA
Istood outside Perfect’s crib, looking like I was on my way to prom in the stiff ass tux my OG insisted we wear.
All I was missing was a damn corsage. She was lucky I loved her ass, or else I would have to decline every one of these damn charities.
Love or not, though, if the bitch that won me, looked busted or was as old as dirt, I was going to act a whole fool.
I didn’t want to embarrass my mama, but if she thought I was going out like that, she was going to be in for a rude awakening.
Frowning, I checked the time on my Patek and realized I’d been waiting for ten minutes, and Perfect had yet to appear.
I didn’t even see her damn shades move, so I knew she was still inside, over primping.
The wait had me regretting that I was the one outside to open her door instead of letting the driver I’d hired do it.
That nigga was salty as hell, but I wanted the pleasure of helping my shorty in the car.
Just as I was about to go get her ass, the door came open, and she stepped out in a form fitting red, sequined gown with her hair swept over her shoulder.
My dick instantly stirred when she turned around to lock up, and I got a view of her ass in that shit.
Turning, she put her hand on her hip and strolled over to me slowly, looking like a black Jessica Rabbit.
“Heya big boy,” her corny ass said once she was within earshot.
“You lucky you look so fuckin’ good, girl, damn!” I hyped her up, lifting one of her arms so she could do a little spin.
The dress had her shoulders and cleavage out along with a split that traveled up her thigh, revealing her oiled up skin. I already knew she was going to be the baddest woman there, and I couldn’t wait to walk in that hoe with her on my arm.
“You don’t think it’s too much? I don’t want your mama thinking I’m some floozy. I wanna make a good first impression,” she said, looking nervous all of a sudden, and my face twisted.
“Hell naw! My mama gon’ think the same thing I do. You’re fuckin’ Perfect,” I told her ass, meaning every word. What I didn’t tell her, though, was that even if my OG did feel some type of way, I wouldn’t have no problem going no contact with her ass until she got her mind right.
“Awww, thank youuu,” Perfect simpered, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me and kissing her red painted lips.
“Don’t thank me now. Thank me later when I rip that muthafucka off you!” I opened the door for her while she giggled like I was playing.
“Sosa! Stop playin’!” She swatted me away and ducked into the backseat.
“I’m dead ass serious, baby. Shit, you better hope we even make it back to the crib with how good you look.
” I winked at her and licked my lips, already thinking about being between her thighs before the end of the night.
Closing the door, I headed around to my side and slid in right next to her, resting my hand on her exposed thigh.
The ride was chill as fuck, and I had to admit I liked being chauffeured around.
I was going to like it even better on the ride home, but it was lit on the way too.
The car slowed to a stop in front of the building behind a long line of others. Perfect looked out the window at the couples walking inside with her mouth open. I felt it as soon as she tensed up with her nervous ass, and I turned her head my way.
“Perfect, ain’t shit to be nervous about.
You look better than all them ugly bitches,” I said, making her silly ass laugh as we made it to the drop off, and the car came to a full stop.
I waited for the driver to open my door and walked around to let Perfect out, feeling like that nigga when people stopped to get a look at her.
“Lord, everybody’s staring,” she murmured, looking down at her feet shyly.
“That’s ’cause they know you’re the finest thing in here with yo’ sexy ass.” I grinned proudly.
That shit was short lived, though, when I caught one too many niggas damn near drooling over her.
I stopped at the entrance and jumped at a nigga who was just full out staring, making his bitch ass flinch.
“Keep your eyes to yourself before you lose them muthafuckas,” I threatened, and Perfect pulled me along, embarrassed.
“Oh, my God! Sosa, stop it!” she hissed, but I could see her fighting not to laugh.
“Nah, they need to stop before I show my ass in here! Being old don’t give them the right to be rude.
” I was still frowning when we made it inside, and I immediately spotted my brother and Essence looking like they were on their way down the aisle in their black and white.
Seeing her sister and Micah not too far behind had my girl all smiles as she ran over to them, and I stood beside Vega and Quick.
Already I could tell Vega was on the same shit as me, ice grilling anybody he saw staring at Essence too long.
“What’s up? I see y’all in y’all Sunday’s best,” I cracked, patting a hand on his lapel.
“Maaan, shit, this nigga been in here threatening everybody that even look at Essence wrong. Auntie gon’ fuck him up if he ruins this shit before it gets started.
” Quick laughed even as he peeled the room with his eyes, probably looking for my OG.
I was, too, because I was ready to get this shit over with so I could get home and help Perfect out of her dress.
“Naw, they want their eyes snatched out the sockets is all, but I ain’t got no problem dropping a nigga. My mama’ll be straight,” Vega said, still mugging the fuck out of everyone passing, and even I had to chuckle. I was talking my shit, but I knew I didn’t sound as unhinged as his ass.
I quickly spotted our pops headed in our direction with my mama not too far behind in a royal blue dress that flowed around her feet. I was sure the reason he was speedwalking was because she was trying to be the hostest with the mostest and greeting everybody personally.
“You boys look nice,” our pops said, stopping beside us. When our OG walked up, she made her way right over, giving us all a kiss on the cheek.
“Look at y’all! I know the bidding is gonna be so high! Karinne is gonna be salty as hell.” She gloated, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You look beautiful, Ma, but when this thing gon’ start? I’m ready to go already,” I grumbled, and she raised a brow.
“Don’t be rushing me, boy. Anyway, where are these dates you all decided to bring?” she turned, looking at the guests like she’d be able to spot them on her own.
“They’re right there. Be nice,” Vega spoke through his teeth since Essence chose that moment to look our way.
“I’ll try.” She hit us with a smirk before sauntering over to them, and I was holding my breath the whole time. They weren’t talking but a few seconds, and already, all of them were cutting up like they were old friends.
“Look at this shit. Now they bouta be tryna kick it and gang up on us,” I told Vega out the corner of my mouth as they started back toward us.
“You boys have some lovely women here,” my mama complimented as soon as she was in front of us, making the girls blush.
I already knew that shit, but I wasn’t going to tell her.
“I’ll be back. I have to host, but don’t go too far.
” She grabbed my pops’ hand, and they disappeared through the crowd as Perfect snuggled into my side.
“Awww, baby, your mama’s sweet!” she gushed, all happy and shit.
I couldn’t lie: I was glad she was. If shit had gone left, I’d have pulled her straight up out of there.
“Yeah, ayite, don’t let that designer dress and fancy jewelry fool you,” I teased, watching my OG climb on the stage. “She can get real ghetto when she wants.”
“Hello, and welcome to the 75th annual Goldberg Charity event. I’d say just from looking at everyone that this was already a success, but we’ll see once the bidding starts,” she joked, gaining a low rumble of laughter from the crowd followed by gasps as the lights went out, blanketing the room in darkness.
I immediately grabbed Perfect’s hand, ready to make our way to the door, but the lights came right back on, and four masked men were on stage, holding guns.
One of which was holding his to my OG’s head.
“In case y’all didn’t realize, this is a robbery! Run them fuckin’ pockets!” the leader shouted, and I instantly recognized his voice.
It was fucking Jordan and his fuck ass bandits. I sent a mean mug Vega’s way as the men on stage came down into the crowd, pissed that I didn’t have my gun on me. What were the fucking odds we’d get robbed by the same niggas? Fuck!
To be continued…