“Why, though?” Michi asked, peering down the table at her cousin. Savvy shrugged.
“Like you said, Titan is about perfect, but nobody is that perfect. Plus, knowing Relic, he wanted to prove that point to you after what you said.”
“And threw me under the damn bus to do it, but it’s all good,” Titan uttered, sulking. Pierre sputtered a laugh, and Titan grilled him. “Fuck is you laughing at, nigga?”
“Yo sappy ass! It ain’t, funny but it is. The only reason you’re looking like that is because you know Michi is gon’ dig in yo ass. Plus, you ain’t used to yo brother doing you dirty. Join the Relic don’t give a fuck what he says out his mouth club with the rest of us, nigga. It builds character.”
“Leave him alone,” Kennedy defended, tossing back her shot before pouring another. A drawling smile spread on her face as she said, “I’ll go next. Someone at this table let a ghost bitch, and another bitch who fucked his cousin, convince him that he’s so cold his poor heart could never love again.”
Titan banged the table and hollered, “Get in his ass, Kennedy! We all know who that is.”
“Relic!” they shouted in unison as he leaned back in his seat, grazing his teeth with his tongue before glaring at Kennedy. She picked up his glass.
“You can drink now.”
If looks could kill, Kennedy’s body would rest inside a cemetery plot, next to the ghost bitch she claimed ruined Relic, with how malicious his glower was as he snatched the shot to toss back with a hiss. When he spun forward in his seat, Shabu’s amused stare was on him, and he flicked the nigga off before diverting his gaze elsewhere. Relic sat silent and waited until he was certain the attention was off him before he gripped the back post of Kennedy’s chair to jerk her closer to him.
“You know, I’m gon’ show your ass something when we get to the room, right?” he threatened through gritted teeth, and her head cocked.
“As long as the only thing you’re planning to beat up is this pussy, I’m here for it. Your threat is my good time.”
“And you claim I’m the twisted one when it’s really you, Kennedy. You love fucking with my head. You want to bring out the worst in me, but I’m not going to let you trick me up.”
“Me?” She feigned clueless, angling to face him as she placed a hand on her chest like she was appalled. “I would never do that, and why would I when they already see the worst in you anyway? I’m trying to bring out the truth in you.”
“The truth?” Relic parroted. That got a chuckle out of him. “What’s this truth you want to bring out, Larenn. I’m intrigued.”
“The truth that you want me, but you let past bitches fuck up your head just like I let Zeke do to me.”
Relic narrowed his eyes, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip before he hummed and reattached his hand at the nape of her neck.
“Is that so?”
“Sure is. That’s why you’re afraid to tell everyone that this partner shit is a fluke. You’re scared to let your family know how you’ve let me run the show. You don’t have the balls to tell them how this pussy be having your ass stuck, and you can’t control me with dick like you did your first love. I bet you can’t admit to them, I’ve earned my title as the fucking queen. Tell them how you’ll pay me whatever to stay because if I walked away, it would send you out of your goddamn body—”
Relic firmed his hold on her neck and growled, “Shut the fuck up talking to me, Kennedy.”
His mouth was crashing against hers before her lips could part for a snippy retort.
Kennedy angled her head before palming the back of his to deepen their lip locking with no regard to who was watching. In her eyes, no one was present in the moment but Relic and her, the way they both preferred it. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she willingly let him suck her deeper into his world because she fucking loved being there until his switches flipped, and then she didn’t.
Ohhhsand whistles sounded at the table before one of them clapped, setting off a round of applause as Relic and Kennedypulled away. She sniggered at his dull stare and wiped her lip combo off his mouth with her thumb.
“Uhm, excuse me.”
Kennedy’s eyes shot up and ballooned as a woman in a business suit with a walkie talkie in her hand strolled up to their table. They immediately calmed down.
“I love that everyone is enjoying our restaurant,” the lady started her spiel. “However, there’s been complaints about the noise level being a bit too loud.”
Relic smiled before planting a hand on his chest as he told her, “Our apologies. It’s our engagement dinner, so we went a little overboard.”
“Nigga, yo what?!” Shabu belted as the lady beamed.
“Congratulations! I have to send you over a cake slice to share, our treat. Chocolate, vanilla, or?”
“Red velvet,” they answered in unison. Kennedy gave a cheeky grin, while Relic leaned back in his seat, noting a new fact he’d learned about her.
“Red velvet, it is! I’ll have your waiter bring it over. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your night. Just try to keep it down for me, please.”
