Sonny gasped, batting his contact covered eyes before sashaying over to the table. He sat down his cup to grab a wing to chomp, chewing with loud smacks before talking to her around a mouthful of meat.
“My bad, sista! I forgot you don’t play about that one, but I’m glad they put on his song, so I can address the big ole elephant in the room you been glossing over. Why did I get cut off with everyone else? I was so damn hype when I saw Tek’s face making its rounds, but I couldn’t even hit up my girl ‘cause she got fake ass fuck after—”
“My brother died,” Kennedy finished. Sonny pursed his mouth before his eyes rolled.
“I mean, that was some crazy, traumatic ass shit, but I would think you’d want your family around and not kick us to the curb. My brother and Zeke loved you like a little sister, Kennedy. I loved you likemysister. That was wack how you did us.”
“It was wack how Sarge and Zeke did us.”
“Girl, they didn’t know where the damn money was! Sarge told me what you were mad about, and it’s wild you think they knew or that they would need to keep it if they did. All of them niggas were paid!”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m over that,” Kennedy riposted, wiping her hands clean.
She grabbed a pre-made shot and tossed it back with a hiss before grabbing a lemon to bite into. The bitter taste as she sucked was as sour as her mood Sonny had blown with his naivety. He’d always been focused on spending Sarge’s money rather than learning the game and how to read people, so no one could play in his damn face or feed him lies. She pitied him to an extent.
Sonny reclaimed his drink and swayed his hips while he sassed, “I was surprised that you hit me up. I started to leave yo ass on read, but I decided to be the bigger person. Plus, I checked out your page and got a little curious.”
“Of course, you did,” she muttered, and he cackled.
“Look, honey. Ain’t no shame in my game, and from the shit I saw, it seems like you’re living good. I just want to know how I can get like you. I even checked the bitches’ profiles who’d tagged you, and those hoes were designer down with big girl whips, and the whole shebang! One of them had a wedding ring on the size of my balls. Who is she fucking? Hell, who are you fucking?”
“We have our own money. Did you not see that every one of us run businesses?”
“Chile, who y’all think y’all fooling? Those bitches are young and kept. I can smell it on them. Sarge is tight with the funds these days, so I need a daddy who gon’ cash out without bitching about saving for hard times. Like, who in the hell is hard times, and why is she blowing my vibe?”
“I’m not for your shit, Sonny.”
Kennedy laughed with a shake of her head but made a mental note to clean sweep her page of anything that’d draw too much attention to her pockets. She’d mention to her girls to do the same.
“So, you not gon’ give up no details?” Sonny pressed, cocking his head to one side.
“I’m really not in a relationship, Sonny. The last one I was in, you know who that was.”
“Oh, Shaun’s funky ass. I could’ve told you from the jump he wasn’t shit before you took him with you if you’d been talking to me.”
“Don’t even mention that nigga’s name or his bottom three ass dick. While you’re all in my business, what have you been upto? I didn’t investigate your page,” Kennedy jabbed, although it didn’t bother Sonny one bit. He tucked an invisible strand of hair behind his ear.
“You know me. A little of this, a little of that. Ya girl is a jack of all trades.”
“And a master of none, huh?”
“Oh, I mastered plenty of things. Not wasting my life at menial, dead end jobs is one of them. I live life in search of happiness, and jobs make me miserable. Hell, physical labor outside of sex exhausts me. The only job I’d consider is robbing niggas.”
Kennedy grabbed a plastic cup to half-fill with liquor before adding pineapple juice. She dropped in a straw and sipped it, humming her approval of the taste before giving a deadpan stare at Sonny since she wouldn’t recommend his occupation of choice.
“You’re too much.”
“And you were too much right along with me, Kenn. Hell, you probably caused more trouble than me.”
“Smacking bitches, of course. Doing shit that’ll get my ass killed, not so much. You know, Koda didn’t play that. He had his limits.”
“Well, Sarge couldn’t control me then, and he can’t now. The most he can do is clean up my shit for the rest of my pretty ass life, as he should.”
Sonny’s glossed lips curled into a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes that grew dim for reasons only a select few knew about. Before she could interrogate him on how he’d honestly been, he pulled his phone out of his leather clutch. Her eyes narrowed when he pursed his mouth and turned to her with an apologetic gaze.
“I know that look anywhere. What’d you do, bitch?”
“Well, I told you, I had connections here to get us this section or whatever. I forgot to add, my brother and Zeke own this lounge. Someone must’ve reported to them that I was here and maybe described who I was with because it made Zeke text me to ask if it was you almost an hour ago, but I didn’t see it. He’s here.”
