“Mais, keep the drinks coming. We lit tonight!” Prischa raised her glass.
“Y’all want an edible?” Mais suggested.
“Hell no!” Lou declared. “I don’t know if I took the muhfucka last time or it took me!” She adamantly shook her head.
“I’ll take one.” Gem held her hand up but didn’t turn around.
“No thanks,” Prischa objected.
“Count me the fuck in.” Henna bounced in her seat and swayed.
Across the room, Heavy closed the curtains to their VIP room as Oz and his man, Solo, joined him and Viggo. The four of them exchanged handshakes before settling on the sectional leather sofa. LED lights illuminated the glass beneath the table where two buckets of champagne were arranged with flutes and a bottle of Don Julio with fresh shot glasses. Viggo picked up one of the Backwoods on the tray and swiped it under his nose to get a whiff of the strain.
“I appreciate you coming through,” Heavy greeted them, taking a seat beside Viggo and clasping his hands together.
“Been hearing all about club Frenzy!” Oz grinned and leaned back, kicking one leg over the other with his arms stretched across the back of the couch. “This is the homie, Solo. He’s like my little brother, and I’ve taken him under my wing. I trust him more than any nigga on this planet.” Oz patted Solo on the back. “My issues ain’t with you, Heavy. We good. But this nigga right here…” Oz aimed a finger at Viggo. “He out of line fucking with my sister. She only nineteen, and I don’t play that shit.”
“Man, I’m saying, Oz, she still grown.” Viggo sucked his teeth.
“Shut up,” Heavy ordered, cutting his eyes at his cousin. “I understand your concerns.”
“Not only that, she’s a good girl. She in college, and every time I do a fact check on this fool, another bitch’s name comes up.” Oz waved a hand at Viggo.
He started to open his mouth and object, but Heavy aimed an icy stare at him. Shaking his head, Viggo leaned back like a little kid in trouble. He knew now wasn’t the time or place to be trying to argue. Heavy was always telling him he needed to learn how tokeep a cool head. He was already beefing with two other crews in the city over bitches.
Niggas got disrespectful when their feelings got hurt over a hoe they claimed not to give a fuck about. When it came to the women within the circle of other crews he fucked with, it required a sit down. Heavy had Prischa and a sister, plus he included Maisie, Lou, and Gem in his circle of protection. The last thing he wanted was somebody coming at any of them wrong. While he recognized that a woman had been the downfall of many men, over them, he was ready to burn some shit down if necessary. Viggo was being reckless with his dick, and Heavy really wished he would grow up.
“Tell you what, he will stay away from her. Just make sure you keep her young ass out of Southwick. Viggo is a local hoe for the most part, so he can’t control who coming through to see him,” Heavy acknowledged.
Oz’s gaze drifted from Heavy over to Viggo, who sat back, somewhat satisfied with the outcome. At least Heavy wasn’t completely blaming him for this. He couldn’t help it if hoes were taking road trips to spend time with him.
“I’ll keep her away from here. If you see her, walk the other fucking way,” Oz warned.
Viggo didn’t see what the big deal was. He wasn’t out here playing none of these bitches stupid. Curiosity had them bitches in a chokehold, but he made no promises or commitments. The nigga was only twenty-three years old, so he didn’t know what people expected of him.
“Yeah, aight.” He folded his arms across his chest.
When the door opened, and Henna appeared, Oz sat forward attentively, eyes immediately glued to her in the tight black romper with a deep V and thigh-high suede boots accenting her long legs and meaty thighs. Scooting to the edge of the sofa,Viggo leaned toward Oz, who was caught in a trance. Henna had that effect on most men.
“Is it safe for us to come in now?” She batted her pretty ass hazel eyes at the handsome stranger while Prischa, Gem, and Lou trailed her inside.
“We’re done here.” Heavy picked up a bottle of Ace. “Oz, stick around.”
“I think I just might,” he muttered, canvassing Henna with lust as she giggled at something Lou whispered in her ear.
“That’s Heavy’s twin. Just in case you got any ideas.” Viggo patted him on his shoulder and chuckled.
As the night went on, their section filled with more people, and the club was at maximum capacity. Henna and the other ladies had gone down to the dancefloor, while Heavy, Crew, and the rest of the men had drinks and got high off Maisie’s magical strain.
“Yo, what the fuck is in this shit?” Solo queried, exhaling and examining the blunt in his hand.
“Yeah, definitely need a pack of that for the road.” Oz sat back with Henna to his left, and his fitted hat pulled low since he was faded.
“Talk to Mais before y’all roll out,” Heavy told him, picking up his buzzing phone off the table.
His face crumpled into a frown when he picked up.
“Hello!” He had to shout over the music.
