I walked out of the club like nothing had happened. I had to get out of those pissy panties and calm down before I turned around and killed that bitch for real. The whole time I showered, my phone was going off. I assumed they must’ve found the bitchin the bathroom and Whodie was calling to find out what was going on. By the time he made it here, I was going to be on two blunts, and my nerves would be calm, so I could talk calmly.
The sound of the side door to the garage slammed. I could hear Whodie’s chains before I could ever see him. A few seconds later, he stepped into the den, looking like he had just fought the whole club on the way here.
“What the fuck, Adore?”
I didn’t even move from the couch. I took another pull from the blunt and blew smoke towards the ceiling.
“I’m calm right now. So, bring your voice down before you piss me off too,” I said evenly.
“Who the fuck you talking to?” Whodie snapped. “Don’t fucking play with me like that. You just fucked up my money in the club and now I gotta pay hospital bills and shit.”
I shot up from the couch so fast the room spun for a second.
“I wish the fuck you would pay that bitch hospital bill,” I shot back. “She was stealing from us. You know I don’t play that shit.”
“You move too damn fast, Adore. Why you ain’t come holla at me first?” He ran his hands through his locs.
“What the fuck do I need to holla at you for? I’m the boss of this shit, nigga,” I fired back.
“Lower your muthafuckin’ voice,” he warned. “You already got me irritated.”
He kicked his shoes off and tossed his shirt aside, revealing the bulletproof vest.
“That bitch been skimmin’ for a minute. I was letting her hang herself.”
“Then how does the money at the club still come out right?” I asked.
“‘Cause I was puttin’ it back.”
“You fucking her?” My eyes narrowed.
“Adore…”
“Nah, she looks like your type. You probably been messing with that hoe. You been acting funny as fuck lately.”
“Man, go ‘head. You drunk and you high.”
“Nah, I’m thinking.”
“Thinkin’ wrong is what the fuck you doin’.”
He stepped closer until we were chest to chest.
“I’m out here working so you can sit back and look pretty. But if you want me in the house with you all day instead of running the streets, say that.”
“Whatever, Whodie. Just yesterday you was beating the fuck outta a nigga for speaking on me. I can’t shoot a bitch in her thigh for stealing from me? Fuck outta here.”
“That’s nigga shit. A nigga can never speak on yo’ name. But now bitch shit, I let slide until you hang yourself.”
“Do what you want. Just don’t get mad when I go play too.”
His head snapped, and he threw his head back to get his locs out of his face.
“Play where?” He looked at me, deranged.
I ignored him and started towards the hallway, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Where you goin’ to play at, Adore?”
