Vega chuckled and looked around. “Why you here?”
“I’m always here.”
Her button nose crinkled as her lips pushed into a pout. A pout Vega used to love to see right before he pushed his dick through those pouty lips. Nene was pretty. Not over the top, but her body, that shit was fly. Thick thighs, fat ass and breasts with a little tiny waist. She paid good money for it and Vega had spent plenty of nights appreciating the work that was put in.
“If I remember correctly, you were here for me. I haven’t been around in a minute, yet here you are.”
“This is my spot. I can’t be here?” She sensed he wasn’t happy and wondered if he knew what she had been up to.
“You can be wherever you want to be. Isn’t that right, Dix?”
He smirked and nodded, shaking his head at Nene. She caught it out the corner of her eye and sucked her teeth.
“I was just keeping busy. It didn’t mean anything,” she defended, looking at Vega with pleading eyes. She should have known Dix couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“I know it didn’t mean shit to him. I’m sure it didn’t mean much to you either. Hell, not even to Timmy. He hit a few times too from what I hear. My point is, I’m not down with a woman who’s for everyone. So I’ma ask you again. Why you in my face, shorty?”
“Really, Vega?”
Nene stared at him with fire in her eyes. She knew for certain that while they were together, he had been with plenty of other women. Some she was cool with.
“I’m on some different shit now. This don’t work for me.” He unfolded his arms, moved her from his body, and stepped to the side. “But whatever you have going on with them is cool. I’m not trying to get in the way of that.”
“Nah, I’m good. It was just something to do,” Dix rattled off with a slight laugh.
Nene’s eyes shot over to him and he was waiting with a smirk.
“You know what? Fuck all y’all. What you’re not gonna do is…”
“What? Treat you like the woman you are? I wasn’t gone a month before you hopped on my boy’s dick. I’m not bent behind it because you weren’t my girl or anything, but you sure didn’t wait long. Not only that, you loving the entire crew.”
“I didn’t see him turning me down, but you want to act like I’m the one wrong.”
“Nah, you’re not wrong. Like I said, you weren’t mine, but at least he hit me up to see what the deal was. Shit, I’m like, ‘if she offering, hit that shit.’ Who am I to get in the way?” Vega looked her right in the eyes and Nene’s heart sank. She felt like shit. True, she wasn’t the best person, but to be confronted with it the way they were all doing didn’t sit too well.
“Fuck you, Vega.”
He smirked and shook his head. “Nah, I’m on some new shit, but I appreciate the offer.”
Dix chuckled again as Nene glanced at her sister then headed to the door. What she thought would be a happy reunion with Vega turned out to be a total embarrassment on her part. She was crushed but had no reason to be, and she knew it.
“Why you do her like that?”
“Like what?” Vega glanced at Tim, who had just snatched up the five hundred dollars on the end of the table after beating Brink.
“Like the hoe she is.” Dix grinned. “We fucked last night,” he offered with a shrug. “Right after I told her you were coming through today. She was pissed that she didn’t know about your party at Presidential and said she’d get up with you today. I guess things didn’t go as planned.”
Dix and Brink laughed hard, and Vega chuckled, glancing at the door again and thinking about Nene. She was cool, but she really wasn’t shit. He didn’t care about her smashing the homies because they weren’t exclusive, but the few times he did hit her up when he was away, she acted like she was too busy. Being inside was hard some days, and all Vega wanted was a conversation to keep his mind off the bullshit he was going through. She couldn’t even do that, so his logic was, fuck her.
“I’m not trying to revisit anything that I’ve been through. I’m on some new shit. Nene will be fine, or maybe she won’t, but that’s not my problem.”
“This muthafucker went in and came out born again.” Brink chuckled “But I’m glad you’re back. Dix be too fucking serious all the time. We need you around to lighten shit up.”
“I handle business, muhfucka. You could learn a few things about that.”
Brink shot him a bird then racked up the balls on the table. “Bring your ass so I can win my money back,” he yelled to Timmy, who was now at the bar.
Timmy looked over his shoulder before he wrapped his large hand around his beer.
