Chapter 2 Rayzor
Ihad enough of this club shit. It was cool while it lasted, but after a few hours of this, I wanted to dip out and clear my mental.
Tonight was big, but the work wasn’t done.
There’s always more shit for me to do. I made a lot of mistakes and shit that I needed to work on because if Flow spotted those flaws, others were studying it. I had to be five steps ahead.
“You coming with me?” I asked E.
She glanced up from her cup and conversation with her girls.
“I mean… I can.” She shrugged.
I stood.
“Talk to ya girls, let ‘em know we’re leaving.”
I stepped down from the section to chop it up with security while scanning the crowd for any funny shit going on.
It’s the usual shit. Niggas holding the walls up and sharing bottles they couldn’t afford.
Then you got bitches wanting attention but weren’t chosen because niggas like attention from other niggas instead of bitches.
Shit was weak to me. It was a crowd and bits of chaos, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was cool to dip.
“Ready to go?” he asked, getting in position, buttoning up his suit jacket.
“Yeah, but I’m good. You can take off after this.”
His eyes fell on E and her friends, then back over at me. I knew what the nigga was thinking before he opened his mouth. He took his job serious as fuck, but he knew I did whatever the fuck I wanted to.
“You sho?” he questioned curiously.
“Nigga, I said it, didn’t I?”
He threw his hands up.
“Aiight. Just checking.”
“Is everything alright?” Eris asked, coming down the stairs.
I grabbed her hand.
“Make sure her girls get back to their spot,” I let him know.
“Will do.”
The crowd poured into the club. Hadn’t even been here two hours and it was wall-to-wall mothafuckas. People wanted to take pictures and get a nigga on the mic all night. It was about Eris, and I made sure to stand on that.
“Take care of our girl, Rayzor!” Suki shouted.
“Don’t make us come find you,” Rhea threatened.
I threw my head back, knowing they didn’t know shit, but I appreciated them looking out for her. With my hand on Eris’ waist, we walked side-by-side out through the back of the building. I wanted to get out of here clean without mothafuckas stopping me every second.
Eris and I had been chopping it up all night and I wanted to see what else she was talking about.
Helping her into the truck, I got another look at her ass. Eris was thick in the right places. Her dress revealed slightly but left enough to the imagination. Classy type shit.
She wasn’t like most of the girls tonight. Yeah, she cheered from the seats, but she also had something about her. That shit had me at first glance. I knew I had to have her.
Her smile took a mothafucka’s soul. It was a couple times during the fight I glanced at her to keep me going. I was gone get that nigga, but her presence unknowingly made that happened.
She sat quietly, gazing out the window. Liquor likely getting the best of her, but she was holding her own.
“You say you a dental hygienist?”
“Yep.” She smiled, taking pride in her career.
I nodded. “How long?”
“A couple of years.”
“That must be how you got them pretty ass teeth.”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“That’s your name now. Pretty Teeth.”
She giggled.
“What you do for fun?” I asked.
“Honestly.” She paused. “When I’m not working, I hang with my girls, but I’m mainly in the house raising my son and sister.”
I leaned against the door. “You got a kid?”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “Yes. Four going on forty.” She giggled.
“You with his pops?”
“We don’t even share the same air,” she spat.
“He’s dead?”
“Worse… alive.”
I didn’t ask deeper. Her body language told me everything about their relationship.
I wanted to check the temp, making sure she wasn’t still fucking that nigga.
She wasn’t my bitch, but I didn’t want to get her back to the crib then she starts moving funny and venting about that nigga off that liquor.
We made it back to my hotel. The streets were still alive, but we were able to make it to the top floor without people stopping me and shit. I’ve seen enough mothafuckas for the day and just wanted to be on some chill shit.
She stood in the window, taking in the view of the city. “This is beautiful,” she complimented, hugging herself.
I poured a few drinks. “Yeah. I fuck with it.” I went to stand behind her.
Catching her reflection in the mirror, I spotted her apprehensiveness.
“You aiight?”
She turned around, holding the glass under her chin. “Thank you for tonight.”
You could tell Eris was used to holding her own. And after finding out she’s raising two kids, her exterior was in survival mode. She wasn’t being taking care of, so tonight left her conflicted.
I cuffed her chin. “You ain’t gotta keep thanking me for that.”
Her gaze dropped.
I knew something was on her mind.
“Head up, chin up.”
Her eyes dragged to mine.
She opened her mouth to say something but declined.
“Tell me what you want, pretty teeth,” I said, my voice dropping.
“I wanna thank you for tonight,” she blurted, clutching her glass close to her chest. “My girls say I need to let loose. And I used to be that girl, but I have so much to lose–”
“So you play it safe?” I cut in, watching her.
“I’ve got kids to think about.”
I nodded. “Respect.”
“There’s something about you. I’m intrigued in the mystery.”
Her words hung in the air.
Moving closer, she had nowhere to run. With vodka on her breath and lust in her eyes, I saw her heart racing through her chest.
“You’re grown.” I placed her hand on my pants. “If you want the dick…”
Her eyes widened.
“Take this mothafucka.” I caressed her arm. “It’s on you.”
She swallowed hard. Thoughts racing, leaving her conflicted.
I felt the hesitation.
“You only get a birthday once a year, right?” She downed her drink. I smirked.
Grabbing the glasses, I sat them down. The city started to slow down below us. The halls losing its life from earlier. The room even grew quiet a bit.
Her nerves were on edge.
“It’s your world. Tell me what you want.”
She batted her lashes slowly and softly. “I want you to kiss me.”
I ran my hand through her hair, gripping the back of her head. Her head slowly fell into me and went for it. One kiss.
I pulled back.
She grabbed my shirt, pulling me down to her.
Her lips parted, and I slipped my tongue inside– yeah, she wanted this shit. soft moans told me she wanted it as she melted into me.
My hands dropped to her ass, and she pulled back already unbuttoning my shirt. I unzipped her dress from the front then slipped it over her head, stepping back to take her in– nude on her chocolate skin, sexy as hell. I turned her around, taking my time.
Her ass sat nicely, cuffs deep, small tattoos scattered across her back– discreet, intentional. I kissed the butterfly tatted on the front of her shoulder, breathing her in. She smelled sweet, but not soft. It fit her.
My hand slid around her neck, applying light pressure.
“Tell me to be gentle, I will, but that’s only gon’ happen for so long.”
“I want you… however that may feel,” she whispered, the smile in her voice gave her away.
“Consequences, pretty teeth.”
“Life is about choices. I’m making a choice to be yours tonight.”
Her lips parted with a smirk, welcoming damage and inviting danger. Eris wanted to feel something she hadn’t in a while. Alive.
The room went quiet except for the sound of her breathing and thumping of her heart. I pushed her back on the bed, watching something shift in her.
Her scent wrapped around me. Her juices seeped through the mesh material, hiding that she wanted me to fuck her in the worst way. She didn’t care about what happens after. She just wanted to feel.
She didn’t have time to think as I slid into her.
Warm.
My name was the only thing she gasped, like she needed it to breathe.
I watched the sun come up as the morning crept in. I had been up for hours. Routine.
Eris was curled up, beside me, chest rising and falling as she slept. Hair sprawled with one hand resting against my shoulder. She let herself live, and thanked me for it before falling asleep.
Soreness settled into my body throughout the night. After a few more minutes, I slipped out the bed without a word. Showered. Dressed. Packed my shit. She never woke.
I left some bread, hit security, ordered her a car and walked out.
With Miami’s coast in my rearview, I pushed Eris out my mind. The highway stretched miles ahead. Ten hours was long enough for me to get back on my shit.
Back in Atlanta
When I touched down, my right-hand City was already at my crib. I didn’t even throw the mothafuckin’ truck in park before his ass bopped his way over to me. He’s at my crib more than me.
“What’s up, Champ?” he greeted, dapping me up.
I chuckled. “Damn, nigga, you at my shit like a bitch.
He glanced back over his shoulder with a smirk.
Grabbing my bag out the truck, City followed me into the crib.
As soon as I stepped in, my body settled.
I travel often for numerous reasons, but nothing compares to being in your own shit.
Dropping my bag on the couch, I headed for the fridge, grabbing a few waters before making our way to the living room.
“You got that under control?” I asked.
“Put it on ice, but you know they’re putting you in that nigga Lamar’s mix.”
Looking at him over the rim of the bottle, I didn’t respond. Mothafuckas love to spread shit– mostly to hear themselves talk. I push past it. If it ain’t about money, it ain’t about me. The streets talk. It’s the answering that gets you jammed.
“You came over here to gossip, nigga?” I asked.
“You know we don’t do no gossiping, nigga. I’m checking the temp. Seeing if I need to cover you.”
“Cover me for what?” I replied. “The only way you need to cover me is if you believing that shit.”