Asao understood that pending her circumstances, she might want a quick cash payout, but if she could give them time to put money in her pocket, they had a better chance of getting her to sign a contract.
“She’s hungry but not in a way that will make the decision for her. I’m telling you, Sao, put an offer on the table. But if nothing else, have a conversation to see where her head is. That’s money.” He glanced at the ring and Asao did too. He watched Samari and Fyre claiming the attention of everyone in the building for a minute before he nodded to agree.
“Definitely money.” His attention then landed solely on Samari who had her hand over her stomach, head back, mic angled in the air, fisted at the base where she held it near her mouth. She smirked because she was in her element.
Your sexy ass is about to have me checking muthafuckers heavy…Asao thought before his eyes moved to the crowd.
Everyone was hype as hell, fully engrossed and locked in on the two women moving around the ring. He liked that Fyre hada sensual vibe to balance the rawness of her lyrics. She was sexy but in a way that would work without using sex to sell records. He wanted talent, not just a body and a pretty face.
“You can’t even fake that shit.”
Asao delivered a cocky grin but his eyes never left Samari when he responded, “What’s that?”
“How fucking gone she has you.”
Samari sang lyrics he knew were for him based on the way her eyes met his and the curve of her lips when they were delivered.
A real man can handle a real woman
Competition be damned
He’s gonna step when I step
Hold me up, I hold him down
You muthafuckas are weak
Keep your eyes off the prize
I’m reppin’ a big stunner
I’m his, he’s mine…”
The corner of his lips curved and a hand massaged his beard before he responded to his boy. “Yeah, she got me. I don’t need to pretend she doesn’t.”
“Make it mean something, Sao. I know you don’t think you deserve that, but if the universe is blessing you, it’s a sign you do. Don’t fumble that shit.” B-Syde pushed away from the wall, removed a blunt from behind his ear, and motioned toward the stage. “Let me get ready to shut this down. You staying for the fights?”
Asao shook his head. “Nah, we’re heading out. Do me a favor…”
B-Syde removed a lighter from his pocket and blazed the end of his blunt, responding after his lungs were full. “What’s up?”
“Bring them outside. I’m trying to avoid the crowd, but I want to holler at your girl.”
“I got you since you got her.” He motioned to Fyre before he turned back to his boy and added, “And these papers are fire as fuck. Slow, even burn. Taking all my fucking money.” B-Syde held up the blunt before he walked away. Asao nodded in acknowledgment. The deal to have his name attached to natural rolling papers was proving to be lucrative.
B-Syde crossed the warehouse feeling at he. He would do whatever he could to get Fyre on with the right team. B-Syde respected her hustle and didn’t want to see the talent she possessed wasted or mishandled. Asao would be a good look to ensure neither happened.
Asao dapped his boy and dipped out of the building. Once the night air settled around him, he posted up against his Jeep, waiting on B-Syde to safely deliver the woman who had his heart. There was no sense in denying her ownership because his actions would ultimately prove to the world he was no longer a free agent.
Ten minutes later, Samari was in his line of sight with her arm linked through Fyre’s. They were laughing and smiling, telling of the bond already forming. B-Syde was close behind them, head on swivel to make sure neither were in harm’s way. If his boy trusted him with the care of his lady, B-Syde wouldn’t be caught slipping.
“You left me,” Samari pouted playfully, stopping in front of her man.
His eyes traveled from the top of her head down to her feet before they locked in on her beautiful face.
“You were in the care of someone I trust with my life. He’s a hitta, Mari. You were good.”
She cut her eyes at B-Syde then motioned to Fyre. “She’s good, right?”
