Not bothering to tell Kalil what she was doing, Yanna pranced away to secure the only remaining section of the club. Once she was done, she grabbed two bottles of Don Julio Reposado and a bucket of ice with Kalil on her heels the entire time.
“Um, Kalil, you can clock out for the night, I’m done needing a babysitter. I’m pretty sure you won’t wanna stick around for this shit anyway. I’m about to be on the same type of time your cousin was on, and I don’t wanna make you a witness.”
“Nah, fuck that.” Kalil relented, following Yanna into the section and taking a seat on the couch along with her. “Whatever nigga supposed to be coming to chill with you, gone be chilling with me too.”
“Okay, have it your way, but don’t think I’mma behave myself because you’re sitting right here. I have no problem making you my co-conspirator, and you already know I have no kind of couth. Good luck explaining your complicity to your dog ass cousin.”
“Orrrr, I can call my cousin right now and have him come down here and crash out in the middle of this club. You better stop playing with Kas thinking he won’t pop out with that AR-15 he got.”
“So the nigga really does have guns?”
“A few of them. I don’t know who you think my cousin is, but he ain’t no---”
“Oh, shit, Al. B. Sure, is that you?” Kalil’s words were cut short by Trell as he entered the section.
“Trell? Damn, I been running into the whole group. That shit must be a sign.”
“Where you run into everybody else at?”
“Barbados. I’m just realizing you won’t there.”
“I was there, just not with everybody else. Ain’t that right, Yarra?”
“Boy, I’m not gone tell you again my name is YANNA.” She corrected as she stood to hug him.
“My bad.” Trell laughed, unabashedly squeezing her ass, which Kalil seemed to miss, but he did not miss their flirtatious tone. “How you know, Kalil?”
“Yea, how you know me, Yanna?”
“He’s like extended family. How y’all know each other?”
“You met Londyn in Barbados… Trell and Londyn’s baby daddy, Jules, are like best friends or whatever.”
“Gone ‘head, bitch trying to be funny calling him her baby daddy, that’s her husband.” Trell laughed at Kalil’s inability to hide his lust for Londyn. “And Jules more like my brother, we just… shit is different, so I been keeping my distance. How y’all end up in Barbados with them?”
“We was there with my cousin and his fiancée. We all ended up running into each other, and then some deep shit ended up kicking off after that.”
“Other shit like what?” Trell leaned forward, wondering if something bad had happened to his people.
“So my cousin, Onyx, the singer. Y’alls company work with him.”
“Yea, I know who he is.”
“Turns out, Maya daddy is Onyx and his brother’s daddy too. Making Maya their sister and my cousin.”
“Oh shit, that’s crazy so… you and L, y’all cousins then, right?”
“By marriage, so that shit don’t count. Yanna pass me a shot.”
Yanna laughed at Kalil being visibly stressed by his and Londyn’s legal relation and handed him a double shot to ease his troubled mind. Before long, Kalil was way past gone and doing a terrible job at keeping Yanna out of trouble. He’d wanted to tell Kas to come to the club himself but did not want his cousin at arms with Trell. He knew all too well how dangerous the man could be and knew Kas was a hothead who wasn’t afraid of anyone. That was a clash he wanted no part in. All he could do was shake his head as he witnessed Yanna bent over, hands on the floor while she bounced her ass. Trell had slid his hand up her shorts, and Kalil was sure his fingers were doing something meant to be performed in closed quarters.
Meanwhile, Yanna was having an amazing time and had practically forgotten about Kas and what’s her name, which was her mission. She wanted to alleviate the pain in her chest, and Trell had been right on time to serve as pain medicine. Like her and Kalil, Trell was fucked up and blithe with his actions. Such was proven by his fingers grazing over the crotch of her panties. As the song went off, she sat up, pressing her back to his chest. His hand slithered all over her body, his teeth nicking the exposed skin of her shoulder.
“Yanna.”
“Hmm?” She questioned, feeling like she was floating.
“Why Kalil babysitting you?”
