I wanted to say that, but knew Orlando wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say anyway, so why bother?
When Hell pulled up at the club, I immediately turned to look at him, making him laugh.
The Society had opened a club for all their fucked-up ass kids to club in, and I made it my mission never to step foot in there. Yet here my brother was bringing me. I wasn’t in The Society because I chose to be; unfortunately, my DNA chose for me, but I made sure to stay away from it all when I didn’t have to be near them. So I definitely didn’t want to be here in my free time.
“You got me fucked up, Hell. I ain’t going into that fucking club. I would prefer the other one.”
The club we got ambushed in was across town and more my speed because it was quiet. I would have preferred to go there.
“Can’t. Pops said I need to be seen here,” Kelechi explained.
“Why are you giving in to him?” I questioned.
My brother gave me a stank look, making me chuckle.
“You know I’m only half giving in, so he won’t talk shit,” Kelechi said, letting me finally understand why he was doing this.
“But don’t tell him—it’s our secret,” he smiled and put his fist up for me to bump.
I laughed, knowing I often did the same thing with Orlando, too, which was why I easily agreed to his plan about following Hell around to get Sincere’s attention.
However, I wasn’t feeling having to go to the club in order to keep Orlando quiet.
“So, can we go?” Hell asked, looking at me.
I paused and sat there staring out of the window. My mind and body wanted to do two different things, but my love for my brother won.
“Two hours only,” I let him know and then we climbed out of his car together. I noticed Sony and his friends walking toward the entrance too.
If Sony’s here, maybe I didn’t have to go too,I thought, looking around.
“You coming?” Hell asked when he saw I was following behind him. I stood there for a few seconds just looking at him before I finally followed my brother.
He already had a whole ass section set up for us. I kept my head on a swivel as we made our way to the second floor. These might have been The Society’s bastard children inside this club, but I didn’t trust anyone.
As we made our way upstairs, people were coming up to Hell, calling him boss and trying to get close to him.
I instinctively tapped my gun on my waist as I watched everyone intently.
Hell picked up on my discomfort and maneuvered quickly through the crowd of people, allowing me to relax a little.
When I stepped into the reserved section and saw a group of strippers, it took all of my willpower not to walk out. I was lowkey as fuck and didn’t like people touching me—including strippers.
Hell looked at me, probably already knowing what was on my mind.
“That wasn’t my doing,” he said before nodding his head in Sony’s direction.
Sucking my teeth, I took a seat in the corner, hoping that would let the strippers know that I didn’t want to be bothered. Thankfully, Hell let them know that they were all there for him, so none of them really looked my way. Plus, I already knew the stank look on my face was a big ass warning sign for them. I was mean. I just couldn’t help it.
After an hour, I was done with the noise and the number of people in this section. Sony had invited more of his friends, making our section overcrowded as fuck. I could feel my antisocial spirit kicking in, so I decided to remove myself until my brother was ready to go.
Seeing an empty booth by the bar, I snuck out of the section and headed downstairs. I instantly felt a sense of relief when I took a seat by myself.
Where I was sitting, I could clearly see Hell, so I was good with that. After what happened at the club last time, I wasn’t taking any chances.
I ordered myself a glass of Henny and continued to check my surroundings. I was giving my brother an hour, and then I was leaving his ass, even if I had to take an Uber home.
As I looked up to make sure Hell was still good, I noticed an older nigga sitting in a corner watching him. The fact that he was around my pops' age made him stick out like a sore thumb because this place was packed with young niggas. I put my hand on my side where my gun was to get ready because I didn’t like the way he was watching Hell. He didn’t make a move or anything, and that was when it occurred to me who he was. One of Sincere’s people.
