That kind of night.
My security was posted.
My family was close, now that they knew I was in charge.
Everything was vibey.
But nothing was a vibe no more.
Not since I put that gun to my pops' head and made it clear?—
I’mhimnow.
A girl slid into the seat next to me.
Long hair, brown skin, dress tight enough to start a problem. I knew who she was. One of the many women who wanted my dick down their throat but couldn’t even get a hello. She always tried when I was on the scene, though.
She smiled like she knew she had a chance, finally.
“You always this hard to get?” she asked, leaning closer.
I smirked, taking a slow sip of my drink.
“I ain’t hard to get,” I said calmly. “I’m just not for everybody.”
She laughed like she liked that answer.
“I’ve been watching you,” she said. “You come in here, don’t touch nobody, don’t take nobody home… You married or something?”
I glanced at her. “Something like that.”
She tilted her head. “You don’t even have a ring on.”
I chuckled low. “Don’t need one to know I belong to someone.”
She studied me for a second, then leaned in just a little more. “Or maybe you’re just scared of a real woman.”
That made me laugh.
For real this time.
I stood up, setting my drink down.
“Nah,” I said, smooth. “I already got one.”
I tapped the glass table once, signaling my guys.
“Y’all enjoy yourselves.”
I walked off.
$$$$$
Outside, the air was cool, just what I needed after being an introvert in a club full of fake niggas and vulture women.
My security moved around me like clockwork.
Doors opening. Eyes scanning. Hands ready.
