Her demeanor immediately changed. Shoulders stiff. And I didn’t miss the subtle way she rolled her eyes at him either. He made her feel a way.
“You know him?” I asked, brows hiked.
“Girl, he’s talking to you.” She ignored. “Not me.”
“Yeah,” Rhea cackled. “What do he want with her?”
I tooted my nose because I didn’t like the way she said that.
“This shit ain’t a quiz. I’ll be back to get you after my boy wins this fight,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Oh, you don’t believe it?” City questioned.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” I shrugged.
“Watch my boy work then.”
“It’s my girl birthday too. Tell him that.”
He subtly nodded and tapped security before leaving us.
City watched the exchanged.
“That nigga is trying to fuck,” Rhea commented.
“Rhea, shut the hell up sounding like a hater.”
“You know that shits true though. Rayzor ain’t shit and you know it.”
“What you mean?” I asked.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Rhea mumbled.
“Does it matter. What’s the worst thing that can happen?” Suki said.
The rest of the fight was a blur. I was in my head wondering what Rayzor wanted with me. He looked at me a couple times, but I thought that’s something they all did– look into the crowd.
Flow was counting sheep.
The crowd was on their feet chanting Rayzor’s name. Confetti rained down. He took the crowd in graciously. I thought I saw a small smirk on his face, but Rhea tapped me, breaking me from my thoughts for us to go.
We were packing up to leave when security tapped my arm.
“I told you not to leave. Come on,” City said, scanning the crowd.
I glanced over at my girls.
Suki nudged. “Girl, go.”
“If you want to.” Rhea shrugged.
I grabbed my purse then my girls’ hands.
The crowd swirled around us as we walked through. Eyes followed us exiting through the back and disappearing into a quieter scene. Backstage, people moved in sync working to get the arena under order and cleaned.
Security guarded the room’s door.
