“So you think my brother is stealing from you, and now you’re about to stop what I have going on over three bands?”
“It ain’t about the money, Tish,” Heavy instantly replied, nostrils flaring. “For real, I don’t even need you pushing shit through here anymore. It’s the principle. If the count is off once, it’ll be off again.”
The money Tish was bringing in weekly from Façade was nice, but he could make up for it elsewhere. What she was pushing before, compared to now, was some bullshit. Her money had more than tripled, allowing her to stack, spend, and invest as she saw fit. If he cut her off, it’d be setting her back.
Tish briefly looked away as her jaw flexed. She couldn’t believe him. “You really came to my job, trying to check me. That’s crazy.”
“Nah, what’s crazy is me giving you a chance to clean shit up before I do. Ain’t gon’ be no talking if I find out that nigga getting over on me and you were in on it.”
“Wow,” she muttered, folding her arms across her chest. “So, this is how you move with me? After everything?”
Heavy exhaled heavily through his nose. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Try to make this personal.” He leaned back against the booth. “You know how I move when it comes to business.”
“And you know how I move when it comes to you,” Tish quickly shot back. “That’s why this shit has me looking at you sideways.”
Heavy’s expression softened, but not enough for her liking. Tish thought that because she had held him down before, during, and after prison, he would handle her differently. He’d never take that from her, but loyalty didn’t stop him from checking weird shit when it presented itself.
“I ain’t sayingyoustole from me,” he clarified. “But I ain’t ignoring the fact that my money and my product are missing, and you shouldn’t either. Check that shit.”
Tish rubbed her forehead, irritated to the max. Deep down, she knew Maino had been moving funny lately. The late nights, random mood swings, asking for money every other day like it grew on trees. She just didn’t want to believe he’d be dumb enough to jeopardize her situation over a high.
“I’ll talk to him,” she finally said.
“And what else?”
Tish rolled her eyes. “And get you your money.” That was the only option because the pills were long gone.
Heavy nodded once and stood up. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
“Wait,” she said, moving between his legs and pressing her hand to his chest to make him sit back down. “Why you leaving?”
Smirking, he got somewhat relaxed as she turned on her persona. Tish placed both hands on his shoulders before slowly turning around, giving him a full view of the silver rhinestones between her ass cheeks. The purple lights bouncing around the room made the oil on her body shimmer every time she moved. She rolled her hips slowly at first, teasing him more than anything. Tish always knew how to perform without making it feel forced. That was part of what made men throw money at her so easily. She sold attention better than sex.
Heavy leaned back against the booth, with one arm stretched across the top while he watched her with an amused look on his face.
“I ain’t come for a dance, love.”
Tish glanced over her shoulder with a grin. “Yeah, well. You gon’ get one. It’s on the house.”
“I know it is,” Heavy said, cockily, smacking her ass.
She playfully rolled her eyes before grinding against him. With her ass in his lap, Tish basked in the smell and feel of him. Not often was she given the pleasure, so she took advantage of it when she could. Knowing what she liked, Heavy massaged her breasts in both hands, squeezing her pierced nipples.
“Mmm. I want to feel you inside me again,” Tish moaned, feeling his semi-erection beneath her. She’d been having withdrawals for days now.
Heavy knew she wished he’d pull his dick out, but she wasn’t running shit. “Nah. I’m good.”
“But why?” she whined, twirling her hips. “I know you need some pussy.”
She clasped her hand around one of his wrists, lowering his hand between her spread legs.
“Tish,” he sternly said.
“What?” she innocently asked, though her smile said otherwise.
