“Oh, we saw Heavy come in. Nigga had a radar on or something because he migrated right over to you.” Lou exhaled and squinted at her cousin through the smoke.
Giselle dropped onto the couch beside her, and Heavy dapped Oz up before taking the space next to her. His cologne wafting up her nostrils was intoxicating. He’d changed since earlier. Distressed black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red, long-sleeved button up shirt with two pockets cloaked his frame. On his feet were a pair of black leather Prada boots. His curls were juicy and tight on his head, and his beard smelled like the oil he liked to use on it.
The minute he stepped inside, he searched the crowd and spotted her in a sea of people. The body was on point, immediately drawing him in her direction. When he saw Rel put his hands on her, his trigger finger itched. There was a possessiveness he felt over Giselle that he couldn’t explain, but he didn’t want anybody sharing her space or being swept up in that aura she had. She was the kind of woman who could have any man eating out of the palm of her hand if she wanted to.
“Y’all trying to dance?” Maisie strolled in with a tray of infused drinks to add to the spread of champagne and tequila.
“Hell yeah!”
Giselle sipped more of her drink, and Gem and Solo moved closer to each other as he showed her something in his phone. The two were very comfortable as their arms touched. She tilted her head closer to his shoulder with a soft smile as he pointed at something on the screen. Giselle reminded herself to ask herwhat was up with that. Solo was cool, though. She’d seen him a couple of times since being back. He didn’t live in Southwick, but she couldn’t tell with how much he’d been around lately. The only thing she did know was that he, Crew, Oz, and Heavy were in business together.
“I’m down.” She set her glass on the table and stood.
Heavy was in a trance. She had smooth, buttercream skin decorated with little moles you could only see if you were close to her and smelled like vanilla and a YSL scent. The way the curls shaped her face was sexy too. He told himself he liked this look on her better than when it was straight. It was softer.
“Come on, Gem.” Giselle grabbed her sister’s arm and yanked her from the couch.
“Hey, I was in the middle of a conversation!” Gem objected.
“And now you’re dancing. He ain’t going nowhere.” Giselle side eyed Solo and pulled her away.
Both Heavy and Solo leaned forward as the two sauntered behind Maisie and Lou into the general population of the club. Heavy stroked his beard in the cusp of his hand, eyes still on Giselle. Looking around, he noticed he wasn’t the only one. Niggas were hawking her hard, from near and far.
“I’m really trying not to fuck a nigga up in here tonight.” He blew out a slow breath and clasped his hands together.
“Bro, Giselle don’t like me or something?” Solo asked. “What I do?”
“She’s looking out for her sister. What type of time you on with her anyway?” Heavy questioned.
“What you mean?” Solo sparked a new blunt he dug from the pack in his pocket.
“Nigga, you live like three hours away.” Crew sat forward with his infused glass in his hand. “Yo’ ass been up here every day for a week or so.”
“I told him he might as well get a fucking spot if he moving like that,” Oz chimed in, shaking his head. “Gem got his ass open like a muthafucka. I ain’t got time to keep coming back and forth with him. I got other shit to do.”
“Yeah, like deal with your baby mamas and all they drama,” Solo responded. “A nigga be needing a break from that. Them bitches get to tripping, and when he block all of ’em they start hunting me down fucking up my shit.”
Crew chuckled and sipped his drink.
“Nah, he ain’t lying. ’Bout to beat them bitches up and lock ’em in a basement until they either kill each other or find a way to get along,” Oz voiced.
“These bitches be dropping air tags, leaving phones in the car so they can listen to conversations. That hoe Lizette was in the trunk one time, and we was about to be moving some shit. If we hadn’t stopped to get gas, and I checked the trunk for something, we would never have known she was back there. Crazy ass.” Solo shook his head. “He still fucking them. That’s what’s wrong with they asses. Dick dizzy.”
“Heav, what’s up with you and Giselle? I mean, as far as baby mamas go… you hit the fucking lottery,” Oz conveyed. “At least she seems like she got her shit together.”
“This shit new to me. I ain’t never thought about having kids. I look out for Lil P, but that’s not my son.” He tipped his glass to his lips and gulped Maisie’s drink.
It was a little sweet for his taste, but it wasn’t bad.
“Now you got fucking twins, bro. Shit is wild!” Crew shook his head. “With G of all people. Tell you, I never saw that coming.”
“Yeah, but it’s kind of cool. I had to end that shit with Pri, though. She was tripping. I should have never fucked with her like that, honestly. My heart was never in that shit.”
“Hmm, cause that muhfucka been somewhere else,” Crew implied.
“We in here talking about bitches and hearts and shit like some hoes, man. I’m going to mingle.” Oz slid his hands down his denim jeans and stood.
“That nigga allergic to relationships.” Solo tittered, taking a pull from his blunt before passing it to Heavy. “Not fucking and making babies, though. Just the sticking around part.”
