“You think Kyree’s holding anything in his spot?” I asked.
She sighed, rolling her neck. “Probably. He’s dumb, so I’m sure there’s a flash drive, a burner phone, or something. But I haven’t been over there yet.”
“Would you?”
Nairobi crossed her arms. “I’m not fucking him, Money. If it comes to that—add another comma to my fee.”
“Nobody’s asking you to do all that,” I said as I stood and headed toward the door. “See if you can get the girls to go over for another private party. I’ll front the cash if that’s what it comes down to. Have them keep him busy while you go do your little spy shit.”
“We’ll see,” she huffed.
Fontaine passed me as I left the hall of private rooms.
“You cool?” I asked, stopping him with a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m straight, bruh. My bad about earlier, I just—” he slurred, running a hand down his face. “Why you ain’t tell me she was working here?”
“‘Cause she’s not your girl. Since when you keep tabs on how she moves?” I dropped my hand. “Nai’s the homie. We not on anything like that.”
“Anymore,” he mumbled.
I wasn’t about to ask how he found out. I just stepped aside and let him go.
Back in the section, Clyde was drunk off his ass, still making it rain on the dancers.
“You know he went to seeBambi, right?” Jelani said, nodding in Fontaine’s direction as I sat next to him.
“Ain’t got shit to do with me,” I replied, putting my hands up.
Slim leaned in. “How bad is it?”
“Pretty fucking bad,” I said. “Call a meeting at the farmhouse tomorrow. I’ll text you with who all needs to be there. I’m out.”
After what Nai told me, the last thing I wanted was to sit around and get drunk. I dapped them up, and didn’t even say bye to Clyde—he was occupied with a thick one bouncing her ass in his face.
I took my phone out of my pocket as I headed to my car.
Can I see you?
My phone immediately chirped with a notification as I started the ignition.
Future Wife: Hmm, I don’t know. This is giving sneaky link hours…
It’s only a sneaky link if it’s a secret. You keeping me a secret from someone, Jas?
Future Wife: Here you go. Yes, you can come over if your stalker ass isn’t already outside.
I smirked, cranked up the radio, peeled out of the lot, and headed to the only place I wanted to be tonight.
CHAPTER12
NAIROBI CRAWFORD
I sank backinto the couch after Money left. I knew Fontaine was about to barge his ass in here any second. My foot tapped as I watched the door, mouthing the words to the stripper anthems blasting through the walls. The click of heels echoed through the hallway as the other girls led clients to their rooms. Plenty of them did extras under the table in VIP, so no one questioned it when I claimed room six for the night.
The door swung open, and he came in scowling, like I knew he’d be.
Light-skinned dudes weren’t usually my type, but Fontaine had thisje ne sais quoiabout him. He was 6’4, bald, built like a linebacker—an IT genius, but also a shooter.
