Chapter 9 #3
I hated Miami clubs. It was always some shit going on. These group of dudes were always beefing with the next group of dudes, and then they would bring that shit to the club, and fights, or shootouts would happen. I didn’t have time for that tonight.
“Let’s do it, baby. Have a nice lil’ club outing tonight, and then I’ll take you to a fancy dinner tomorrow,” Tank bribed me, and when he said it, it was easier to give into, versus when my sister just asked me.
“Okay. I’m not staying long though,” I told him, and he laughed, and nodded, letting me know that that was cool.
My sisters were happy because the two of them loved to step foot in the club and pop their shit.
I was going to have to call Blake and let her know what the plans were because if we went out tonight to celebrate me, and I didn’t tell my best friend, her ass would be ready to fight me and fall out with me.
She was going to scream when she found out about my business.
I knew she was. Blake loved the way I had been living my life for years, where I would be able to get whatever I wanted out of these niggas and how put up I was.
Even with that, she was always in my ear, telling me to get my own hustle.
Blake knew that I was a fashion fanatic, so she was always trying to get me to pop my shit by opening my own fashion boutique, but I would turn it down each time because that’s been done a million times by so many other women here in Miami.
My girl was going to be happy to see the brand that I’d come up with. I could already hear her now, screaming over the phone, and trying to leave work, so that she could come over here, and see it for herself.
10:25 PM.
“Classy nails, French tips.”
The sound of Skilla baby’s voice boomed through the club’s speakers, vibrating the entire room, as I was sitting in a section with my girls.
My man was here, June pulled up, a dude that Tommie was entertaining was here, Rico came, and other dudes that my girls were entertaining had pulled up as well to support me.
If you all remember Sandy, Fendi, Shay, Kita, and Paris, then you would know that these were my sisters, Free’s friends, but over the years, I had gotten close with them, looking at them as my friends / little sisters, so I’d texted them all this afternoon, letting them know what the plans were for tonight, and they were quick with writing me back, telling me that they would pull up.
Of course, Blake was here, and my girl was so happy for me, just like I knew she would be.
Every woman that was in this section with me, they all made purchases today for my brand, wanting to support me right on the spot.
The cost of my brand was hefty, but they each sent me that $200 like it was nothing, and I loved these women for that.
“Look at Free. She’s going to disappear in the bathroom with June in a few seconds. Watch,” Sandy, who was sitting on the right of me said.
I turned my head, so that I could look over at my sister with her husband.
June was posted up against the railing in our section, with a blunt in his mouth, while Free was standing in front of him, body bent over, shaking her ass on him.
The short, black dress that she was wearing, he was holding it at the bottom, so that her ass wouldn’t be exposed, and the two of them were in their own little world, not locked in with anyone, or anything that was happening around them.
When Free stood up, June put his left hand, which was the hand that wasn’t holding onto the blunt, right on her flat stomach, whispered something in her ear that only she would be able to hear, and she just smiled, while nodding her head.
He put the blunt to her lips, which she took a pull of, and she was back to shaking her ass on him.
“I know I keep saying this to you D, but I’m so happy for you best friend.
You need to go ahead, and post it on social media, so that I can share it too.
I’m dying to get on the internet and talk my shit about my best friend.
These hoes really going to hate your guts now.
You were already a bad ass bitch, but now you got a business?
It’s nothing sexier in the world than for a woman to run her own shit.
That combo on you is not to be fucked with.
Then, when you really think about it, all the money that you’re going to make, all you gotta do is cuff your shit.
Look at the nigga that you got. You’re going to be well taken care of, even with you having your own coin.
Give these hoes your fuckin game book, Dionne!
” Blake walked back over to the velvet couch, where I was sitting amongst the rest of the ladies, and she was holding a drink in her hand.
I knew that my best friend was tipsy, and that it was only a matter of time before she got emotional because Blake was one of those people that would get drunk, start expressing her love for you, and start crying.
What she said to me, got all the women around me to chime in, agree with her, and celebrate me some more.
“Blake, don’t drink shit else. Dead ass because you get annoying as fuck when you get drunk,” Tommie said to my best friend, as she was sitting on the other side of me, puffing on her hookah.
Blake waved Tommie off, and she squeezed into the small spot that was right there between me and Sandy.
“How old is Tank’s cousin, Rico?” Kita asked over the loud music that was in the club.
I laughed because I knew that one of these women were going to ask about Rico.
I saw the way that they all looked at him when he walked in.
You could smell the money on Rico too. Rico was a young dude, so he was in that era where he was super flashy, always wanting to have his big, Cuban chains around his neck, the bracelets on his wrist, and the overly flashy designer clothes.
Because I would lay in bed, and pillow talk with my man, I knew that Tank hated how flashy his little cousin was, and he feared that one of these jealous men out here would catch him slipping one day and try and harm him.
“He’s twenty- two. Kita, that’s damn near a child,” I responded, and when I said that, the rest of the women laughed.
“He looks older though. I thought that he was twenty- seven. I would have did it if he was twenty- seven, but I can’t do twenty- two. Like you said, that’s a child for me,” she voiced. Kita was a beautiful woman, and she was one of those women that came from old money.
Just from knowing her as long as I did, I knew that back when Kita was a little girl, and Free would go over to Kita’s house for sleepovers, her daddy used to be heavy in the streets.
His name was Pac, and Free used to come home, telling us about how big, and fancy Kita’s house was.
Kita’s dad was gunned down when she was a senior in high school.
Even though he was killed, and a part of the drug business, he was a smart man, that had his money in legal ties as well, owning hotels throughout South Florida.
There hotels were called Chapron, and just off that business, Kita would be straight for the rest of her life.
She was an only child, and her daddy made sure that she would continue to live a grand life for the rest of her life.
So, her asking about Rico wasn’t because she was impressed by the diamonds that was on his neck.
She probably just thought he was fine, and was in the mood to waste his time, and hers because Kita was worse than a man when it came to settling down. She refused to do it. Her, and Tommie.
“So, ya’ll wouldn’t date younger?” Sandy wanted to know, and when she asked the question, Free made her way back over. All the spots on the couch where taken, so she sat down on Tommie’s lap.
“It depends how much younger. Are we talking about a couple of years, or a decade? I can’t do a decade, but I can do a couple of years younger,” Blake announced.
“All ya’ll know that the old Dionne would have never dated younger. I liked my men at least fifteen years older than me. For years, that had just been a preference of mine. My mindset has changed though since getting with Tank. You know I’m two years older than Tank,” I said.
“What’s one of the biggest differences with dating a little younger, versus dating the older guys that you used to?” Shay asked me, and when she asked me that question, I found myself laughing.
I knew the number one answer, but I was trying to see if I wanted to share it.
I glanced over at my man, who was standing by the railing with the rest of the men that were in the section, and I’m not sure what they were talking about, but each man was tapped in, paying close attention to the conversation that was going on.
“The damn stamina, for sure,” I expressed, and when I did, chuckles filled the section from all the women.
“Oh bitch, do share,” Shay went on, and I smiled, just going to go ahead, and put it out there.
“With the men that I used to date, when we would have sex, we would just do a round or two. With Tank, this man can go. When I say go, I mean goo! Sex with him is always an experience, even the quickies. I’m used to sex being something that’s planned, or talked about, but with him, you never know when that shit is going to happen.
Sex is so damn random with him. I got fucked in the parking lot when we got here,” I shared.
When I said that, they were laughing and screaming at my revelation.
“Ya’ll, and to think this bitch didn’t want anything to do with him. Ya’ll remember a year ago? The picnic, when we all met him for the first time? She didn’t want to have shit to do with him, now look,” Tommie called me out, and when all the women laughed, so did I.