“I’d be respectful. You know that.”
“I’ll take you out soon. Might even bring you out here. It’s nice.”
“I heard. Kinnidi’s been there a few times with Jabari when they played the Aces.”
“Word. What you got going on tonight though?”
“Just going out with a friend.” She shrugged and I didn’t like the way she said the shit all sneaky like.
“Which friend? Daija, Lyrah, or Kinnidi?”
“They aren’t my only friends, Makhai.”
“They really are, so who the fuck you think you going out with tonight?” I glared at her. “You can tell me, or I can send Prynce and Jabari to find out.”
“I’m grown!” She shouted. “A whole ass fucking adult! I don’t have to run everything by you, nor do you have to send your minions to see what I’m doing!”
“Oh, this friend got yo’ ass losin’ yo’ mothafuckin’ mind?”
“No, I…”
“Don’t disrespect me, Lord, and don’t disrespect my fuckin’ homeboys. Anytime yo’grown assneeds somethin’, we there without a second thought even when we ain’t gotta be, so don’t minimize me or them to no mothafuckin’ minions.”
“I didn’t mean to say that,” she replied somberly.
“Porcia, I love you to death and I know you grown, but you ain’t steppin’ out with no nigga that I ain’t met or Proof ain’t approved. You know that. So spare Lord’s life. Cancel whatever fuckin’ plansyou thoughtyou had and just call ya homegirls.”
“This isn’t fair. I’m gone tell auntie…” she whined.
“Life ain’t fair and I don’t give a fuck who you call, Porsh. My mama knows who she raised.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled.
“I love you, baby girl, and I’ll see you when I get back to the crib.”
I disconnected the call then finished up getting ready before sending a text to Chino, one of the lil’ Lords, for him to trail my cousin and keep an eye on her ass. She wasn’t gon’ tell me who the nigga she called herself entertaining was, so I was gon’ find out on my fucking own.
I peeped the mirror to give myself one final look before heading out to meet Chez and his people. Since it was a slight night, I kept it simple with a black and white Givenchy shortset paired with the DMP Gratitude Jordan 11s. My jewelry was simple too; buss down Cuban link, bracelet, and Pattek.
I got the notification that the security team was ready for transport, so I left the room and headed downstairs. There were already two guards to escort me down in case I was spotted by any fans.
The lines were long as fuck when we arrived at Heat. I was impressed. A.C. wasn’t small, but it was still growing so not as big as CF just yet, but the bitches were out, and a nigga was glad about the shit.
As soon as I stepped out the ride, the crowd outside went crazy. There were hella flashes from people recording and taking pictures; all of the women screaming they loved me, asking a nigga to take them inside with me and shit. Nobody that I saw immediately was worthy enough for me to take inside so I just kept it pushing.
“My nigga.” Chez stood when I entered the section. We dapped each other up, then I moved around to do the same to the rest of his crew as well as shake his wife’s hand when he introduced her. “We got plenty of bottles and there are blunts in rotation.”
“Brought my own gas, Lord.” I smirked taking a seat on one of the couches. “Appreciate you though.”
I only smoked with Prynce and Jay if I smoked with niggas. It was nothing against him or his people, but I knew my Lord’s. I didn’t know how these niggas kept themselves up and what the fuck they did with their hands and mouth’s.
Shit turned up quickly when the deejay dropped me and Breeze’s song, especially because we were in the building. They had to double up on security because the bitches were fighting to get up that bitch with us.
“This why I barely let my girl come out here with me.” Chez shook his head. “Shit be too wild for my liking.”
“Shit, this why I ain’t got a girl period.” I chuckled. “Too many hoes to choose from.”
I’d had a couple of girlfriends growing up, one that I did really care about, but I had too much going on. Felicia was a good ass girl, but she was always on a nigga back about coming in early and spending time with her and shit. I wasn’t on that. When the guys needed me or if I felt inspired to be in the studio, I wanted to do that shit without hearing any nagging coming behind the shit.
