“Loooooooooove.”
The tune changed just as she was beginning to feel herself.
“You say you’re searching for a nigga that’ll take you out and do you right,” Usher’s voice came over the loud speakers.
“Well, come here baby, and let daddy show you what it feels like.”
My hands were in the air again. My body twirled. I lowered my head, placing both hands on my thighs.
As Usher promised a good time, I was reminded of my good time. With my eyes closed, I moved in sync with the music. I felt everything and nothing at once.
My body dropped, nearing the floor. Without haste, I grinded my way back up. Legs spread, ass in the air, I swirled my hips.
A hardness pressed against me. Familiarity surrounded me. Rigidness comforted me.
Myrrh. It humbled me.
“Let’s go, Royce, before I lay out every nigga in this bitch,” Ishmael growled.
His fingers gripped the back of my neck, lifting my body and straightening my spine.
“What the fuck do you have on?” He questioned.
“Clothes,” I spat.
“Don’t make me set this motherfucker ablaze.”
“I didn’t think you had fingers or a fucking voice or legs–”
“I got a dick and that motherfucker hard, so let’s go.”
I turned, heading in the opposite direction. The grip he’d loosened, he regained in a millisecond. Pulling me into his chest.
Roulette moved her head from side to side, snapping her finger. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth, allowing the smirk to widen my face momentarily. Ishmael’s anger wasexhilarating. So was his presence. And his hand around my neck. And his lack of patience. And his hard dick.
His lips touched my ear. I could smell the mint on his breath. He was sober.
“You don’t run shit, Royce. Either walk out of this bitch like you have some sense or I’m putting you over my shoulder and shooting every nigga who dares to look in your direction.”
“You won’t have enough bullets.”
“It’s enough motherfuckers with enough guns around us. I won’t run out of bullets before this club runs out of niggas.”
I loved hearing him speak.
“I–”
“Shut up.”
He pushed me forward. Range’s chuckles reminded me of the tab we’d run through. Everybody was intoxicated.
I lifted my brows and hands by my shoulders, bouncing them as Ishmael led me toward the door. He removed the glass from my hand and placed it on the table.
“Get them to the house,” he demanded, pointing to August and Koen.
“Suck that dick tonight, sis. I know I am. One band, one sound!” Roulette yelled.
“One band, one sound,” I repeated.
