That was the last thing I wanted to do, but when I thought about going back home to deal with Kairi’sI wanna talkass, the club didn’t sound too bad.
“Yeah, I’m up for that,” I let them know. Shakur left the room to make plans for us to go out while I discussed a few business moves with Oblique.
Before long, night hit, and it was time for us to head to the club. Instead of going home, I went to my old condo to have a shower and change my clothes. After buying my house, I kept that shit around, and I was glad that I did.
I didn’t have any intention of staying there instead of at home. No matter the issues, I would never leave my wife at home alone, but it came in handy for a time like this. I already knew if I went home and attempted to leave again to go to the club, it was gonna do nothing but give her another reason to try to talk to me, and I just wasn’t in the mood today.
For some reason, I woke up feeling extra stressed out tonight and knew if I went home, I was more likely to say something I couldn’t take back. Maybe, popping up at the club could calm me down some.
We met outside and went up to the VIP section Shakur hooked us up with. I wasn’t a club-going type of person, but right now, I was glad that we chose to come. Seeing the people, hearing the beats bouncing around the club, and thinking about what type of liquor to order already had me in a better mood.
I ordered a few bottles to our section and wasted no time pouring me a glass. I stood to my feet and bounced my head to the music. Coming here was feeling more and more like a good idea.
I finished a whole bottle of liquor on my own and immediately went for another one.
“Are you okay?” Trini walked up on me. I nodded and popped open my second bottle and took it straight to the head. I could feel eyes on me, and I looked around, expecting it to be Shakur or Oblique, but found it was Ocean.
She was in another section directly across from ours, and she was staring me down. I hadn’t seen or heard from her since that night Sincere officially named me his heir. She’d tried to call me, obviously after seeing me claim Kairi as my wife-to-be, butI didn’t answer. Eventually, the calls stopped just before I finally got married. One thing for sure was that I was glad I didn’t end up marrying her, but then again, look at who I did marry.
Kairi kept telling me that she didn’t know about it until I told her, but I didn’t know if that was true or not. I felt like she knew from the beginning and chose to hide it from me.
It was to the point where I was now questioning if she helped me that night because of guilt.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket, and I pulled it out to see that Ocean had texted me.
O:Are u okay? Talk to me Havoc, u can trust me. I’m here for u. I love u!
I looked up at her again, and she was practically pleading with me with her eyes. I pocketed my phone without responding and drank more from my bottle.
As I turned my back to Ocean, I noticed some niggas walking past our section looking at me and whispering.
My movements froze and my heart raced.
What were they whispering about? Did they know?
Suddenly, I felt like everyone was looking at me, talking about me. I looked around, seeing nothing but eyes on me from every corner of the club. I was pretty sure I could hear their whispers too.
Suddenly, I was no longer in a partying mood and ready to take my ass home. I and put the bottle of Henny down.
“I’m gonna go,” I told Shakur. He was mean mugging the fuck outta Trini and nodded at me without taking his eyes off her. I didn’t bother to ask because those two were always fucking arguing.
He bumped my fist and continued to stare a hole into Trini’s face. She was too busy trying to act busy, but from her face, I knew she could feel him looking at her, but that was their business.
I waved at her, said bye to the rest, and left the section with Oblique following me out of the club.
“Havoc, you good?” he questioned.
“Yeah, I’m just ready to go,” I let him know.
There were a few niggas loitering around outside smoking and shit that I walked past.
“Nigga walking around like a king, poisoning mothafuckers and shit for the spot,” one of the dudes said, catching my attention. I immediately stopped walking and stood in place, making sure I heard him right.
“The fuck you say?” I asked before I turned his direction. Oblique tried to pull my arm, but I yanked away from him. My focus was now on this talkative ass nigga in my face.
He snorted and said, “You heard what I said. Scared your brother would end up in this place, so you had to take him out. I respect that.”
He turned to look at his friends, who were laughing.
