“And don’t forget Yummi’s beach party. You’re showing up. Pay that fee for them custom swim trunks she’s making for everybody. Ain’t no nigga exempt, and stop thinking you can get with her too because you can’t. I’m only inviting you because I look at you as family. I suggest you start looking at my sister the same way. Not as one of your potential bitches.”
I nodded.
“Yeah. I’ll be there. I’ll have your money that same day.”
I left the table before I could say something stupid. The sun was burning hot, but all I felt was cold inside.
He thinks he is untouchable and can punk me.
He thinks this wave his forever.
I needed to breathe, so I walked down the beach. My feet dug into the sand while the waves lapped at my ankles. In the back of my mind, a dark thought curled up like smoke.
Coast been running this shit too long. Maybe it’s time for the current to change.
Yummi’s face flashed across my mind; that smile, that attitude, the way shemovedwhen she thought nobody was watching.
I licked my lips slowly as my hands flexed at my sides.
Yeah… maybe it’s time for her to learn something, too.
SABLE COVE CITY BEACH, CALIFORNIA
I wasat my Hawaiian-themed beach party and bonfire for my twenty-fifth birthday. I was having a great time with my friends and family, thanks to my big brother. That was our last name,but my bro rocked it as a first name because it fit him. He moved like the ocean. Calm on the surface, deadly underneath.
He ran Southwave. Nobody touched us. Nobody looked at me. Nobodydaredto step up to me unless they wanted to drown in the same ocean he ruled.
I was super cute in the Hawaiian printed mini dress that I designed and sewed myself, along with the matching bikini. I loved fashion design and drawing. I even made my guests’ attire, and the swim trunks for the men. The sun was beaming down on us, so my skin reeked of sunblock and coconut body spray. Thankfully, we were under canopies with mist sprayers going off to keep us cool.
My hair was in long, small, knotless Goddess braids. The curly tips fell past my ass, and I had cute little shells and beads on a few of my front braids. The diamond tiara and rose gold Cuban link choker finished my outfit, along with the diamond hoops in my ears. I was big grown, but my brother made sure my jewelry game was always on point.
The sun was starting to set, and we were waiting for my Uncle Lou to bring the wood for the fire pits. Until then, we were dancing on the warm white sand and drinking top-shelf liquor.
“I see you keep looking at Mula. You still scared to tell him that you want him to beat that pussy up?” my friend, Solace, said as we all drooled over my brother’s friends, and Mula was one of them.
I knew Mula well. My brother made me do business with him regularly for the last few years, but he ain’t looked at me sexually. My brother kept me off limits since the day I started developing into a woman, but every time I got drunk, my girls knew that I lusted over him.
“Girl, you know that man don’t want to fuck me. Heislooking good tho’ with his black ass.” I smirked as I bit my bottom lip, sipping my D’usse out of the red cup I held.
“I heard he is a munch. You know he was fuckin’ with Ariel, and she told everybody how he ate her pussy so good. That’s why she went crazy when he broke up with her,” my other friend, Kehlani, added.
I laughed. “And that’s why he told me he don’t like the Southwave hoes. They talk too much.”
“I dare your scary butt to go over there and shake your ass on him while Coast in the parking lot getting his baby mama,” Solace dared me with a devious look on her face.
I looked over at his tall, chocolate ass. He was laughing with their homie, Hurricane, and a few other niggas from their gang. We had been in the sun all day, riding jet skis and barbecuing, so his already dark skin was kissed by the sun. He wore a pair of Hawaiian swim trunks and was shirtless with a neck full of diamonds, showing off his abs and tattoos. He had a fresh wavy fade and clean-cut face, looking like a piece of meat with his dick print unknowingly showing, giving me a visual.
“I’ll do it for a band. You know I don’t do shit for free, and if Coast catches me, I’ma need the money for the teeth he gon’ knock down my throat.”
They laughed, but I was serious.
“You know I got the money. I’ll throw in an extra grand for your birthday if you kiss him.” Solace snickered.
I downed the rest of my drink in one gulp. “I’ll do it.” My friends had money, so they would pay me for sure.
Solace got her beach bag, pulled out her wallet, and counted out a thousand in twenties. My girls stayed with dough. They worked good jobs but kept a baller nigga on the side to make their pockets even fatter. I came from money, but I was never going to turn it down.
I folded the money and stuffed it in the small, clear Lululemon crossover bag I wore. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and freshened my custom-made cherry lip gloss. Takinga deep breath, I walked over to Mula and his gang. I crept up on him so fast he didn’t see me coming. I grabbed his arm and turned him around. Getting on my tippy toes, I slammed my lips into his.
