It was around three o’clock, and I was just now walking in the club, but already I saw two niggas getting dragged out.
“See, cuz, this is why I don’t even go out.” Me and my cousin Ant laughed but it was the truth. Niggas always got too drunk and started fighting, and then eventually there would be some shooting.
“Ole bum ass niggas that can’t handle they liquor. We coming in here to see your old thing, right?” I laughed as I looked for her, scanning the club on the low, but of course I caught the eye of other bitches I wasn’t trying to see.
When we stepped in it was like the entire club stopped and was staring at me, but I played the shit off as we made our way to the bar. I already knew that every bitch in town wanted me. As my Daddy used to say “If they grin you in.” Meaning if I could get a bitch to laugh, smile, and joke, then I knew I could smash her.
And Kisha was no different, the only problem was that nigga Moe moved in on her when we broke up. That was cool. I respected the code, but tonight at Club Majestic I was watching her ass like a mouse to a hawk. She had on this dress that was so motherfucking tight that I swear I could see her heart beating, but at the same time she looked elegant and not like some hoe.
I came with my cousin, and we were both watching her ass on the low.
“Is that her?” I nodded from the bar sipping my drink.
“Yo cuz... That bitch right there.” He shook his head, and I already knew what that meant. “You let that go.” I nodded sipping my drink.
“But that’s Moe’s wife now, bruh.”
“Word?” I nodded and cuz shook his head.
“Man... I would have to go for what I knew.” I laughed at my cousin, he was a little more cutthroat than I was. Shit was done for me when she said I do.
“Man, you would fuck your own brother’s bitch.”
“Shit, I have.” He almost made me spit out my drink. I laughed at that nigga, but he was way too serious.
“You think I’m joking?” I didn’t. I already knew about the tales of my cousin Ant and his ways. That's why we nicknamed him Ruthless; he didn’t play about his money or these hoes. He would fuck any nigga’s bitch and not care, and he would kill a preacher if it came down to his bread.
“So, what you wanna do about this bullshit with Moe?” Me and Moe bought a house together months ago, and the nigga still hadn’t paid me my money, yet.
“You want me to off his ass? I can do that. You know I never liked the nigga.” That was Ruthless for you, but my eyes were on Kisha.
“You know, he had the nerve to text me earlier and ask me to watch his bitch.” I showed the text to my cuz, and that nigga cracked up.
“Yeah, I’ll watch her alright.” He grabbed his dick just as Kisha started walking over.
“Hey, beautiful. I guess it's officially your birthday.” I gave her a hug, and my dick jumped just putting my hands around her. She was so fucking fine and smelled like rose petals.
“This is my cousin, Ant.”
“Happy Birthday.” Ant licked his lips looking at her. He had that cool killer look in his eye, and a part of me got a little jealous like she was my bitch or something. I guess in my head Kisha was mine. Moe just happened to get to her first.
“So, y’all come up to VIP and get some….” Before she could finish shots rang out like a fucking firing squad. I pulled Kisha down as we all hit the ground, screaming and people running through the club.
“Yo, get shorty out of here, cuz.” He was right, getting up and ducking behind the bar I grabbed Kisha’s hand.
“We leaving.” I didn’t wait for her to answer. I took her hand leading her out of the club and to my car parked at the curb.
“But, Lea….” More shots went off, and I didn’t give a fuck who was still in there. “You got your purse?”
“Yeah…” That was all I needed to know. Shutting her door I ran around to the driver side and took off.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” She was on her phone.
“Lea, you okay?” I heard her talking as I burned rubber down the street, hitting a few corners trying to get out the way as the police cars came shooting down the street.
“Okay, cool. As long as you okay. I’ll holla at you in the morning… I got a ride.” I listened to her conversation a bit, hitting some corners and making my way around the city. “Aight... Bye.”
“You cool?” I asked her.
“Yeah... We just can’t have shit.” She went on talking about her birthday, and how she was ruined, but my eyes were on her thighs.
“Yeah, that is fucked up… So, you want me to take you home?” She paused for a min, looking out the window.
“Yeah, I guess so. Nothing else to do. My man ain’t here so…” I wanted to laugh at that. Only if she knew what that nigga was doing on the road she wouldn’t be calling him her man for too long.
“Wassup with that, tho? I haven’t spoken to my bro lately.” She laughed from the passenger seat.
“Well, ya bro has been fucking up.”
“Aww, yeah? What does that mean?”
I needed to know; the nigga had been dodging me not coming around the shop as much. I was starting to think he might try to run off with my money or something.
“He called me early by mistake. Thought he was talking to some bitch.” I had to laugh at that. That had to have been number one in the playa’s handbook. Make sure you don’t do no talking on the phone, and damn sure make sure you talking to the right bitch.
“So, what did you do?” She shook her head looking out the window.
“I called him on it, but every time I do he does the same thing. He weasels his way out of shit and tells me that I’m crazy, but I know what I feel.” Her hand was on mine now as I pulled up in the front of her house.
“What do you feel then?” I put the car in park facing her.
“We both grown, right?” Shit... I knew where this had to be going, and as bad as I wanted it now being across from her I wasn’t too sure.
“Yeah, we grown.” She laughed running her fingers up my arm.
“I feel like you want me, and I feel like I want you, too.” She leaned in closer, rubbing her fingers towards my thigh when I stopped her.
“Yo... I don’t think we should…” I didn’t know what the fuck I was saying, but something in me told me I shouldn’t even make this move.
“Damn... I’m sorry.” She looked away like she was going to cry. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Kish... Wait…” She was out the car and running up to her house before I could stop her. I wanted her. I wanted her more than she knew, but Moe was my nigga at the end of the day, no matter what shit he was on.
How he yo nigga and he owe you money? I felt like I had the devil in the car with me.
“Because we been cool. He’s gonna get my money back.”
Just like he took Kisha knowing you wanted her. I thought back quick to that day, when we both saw her and I told him I wanted her. Somehow he made his move first, it seemed like he was always doing shit like that. Cutting me out of deals, fucking with hoes I wanted, but Kisha was the biggest thing that stuck out in my mind. She was supposed to be mine.
“But that’s my dude, though. I can’t be fucking with his wife.” I reasoned with the voice as I watched Kisha struggle to unlock her door. That was my boy’s wife, but her ass was fatter than a country boy’s lunch box.
Better you get the ass than somebody else. I could tell she was in need, and that’s what we called hungry around the barbershop. She needed some attention, probably somebody to do her right, fuck her good, and make her feel like a real woman.
She dropped her keys, and as she bent over to pick them up I made my decision. Fuck Moe, fuck everything. Running up to the front door I only had one thing on my mind. I wanted her. I always did, and tonight I was going to get her back.