Soft and tempting. That quick response had my dick hard, like that night I’d approached her in the club.
I could tell Lourdè was equally turned on by the hardening of her nipples, now poking through the thin ass material she called a shirt, giving the illusion that she was braless but I knew she wasn’t.
Fool, no the fuck you don’t.
“Good girl.” I placed her feet on solid ground, only turning her loose enough to help her readjust her clothes, but gripping the back of her shirt to keep her close to me.
“Boss, apologize to the lady,” I said as calmly as I could. Tino said something about an intervention, but I was ready to just throw his ass into treatment today.
“Hell no. Tunk, she need?—"
I cut him off.
“I wasn’t asking, nigga. Your ass is one second from sitting pretty in county, especially if you say her old man is of status. Now, apologize so we can go.” It grew quiet.
“Can you just let me go? He’s not going to be a man and apologize.”
I wasn’t raised to disrespect women, and I for damn sure wasn’t letting shit ride in front of me either. I didn’t give a fuck who it was.
“Naw, and yes he will, even if I have to make him.” When Boss’s response was to turn up his beer, I snapped, fully letting thick mama go to smack it out his hand, which gained his full attention.
“Muthafucka, you ow?—"
I yoked him up.
“I’m trying to be mindful and not show my ass in here because I know this ain’t you for real, Boss, but you pissing me off. It’s already bad enough I got a call to come scoop you when I have another location to work, one you were supposed to cover. But now you got me wasting my gotdamn time to play babysitter to a grown ass man who won’t apologize for being an asshole to a lady. This your last chance before I let them call CFPD to finish taking care of this.”
“Man, you going hard for a ho?—"
I should’ve seen the punch coming, but it took me by surprise that Lourdè was able to sneak it in, clocking him right in his mouth. It had to be her height that made her little fist connect so well. Lourdè was not only holding all the right curves, but she was also at least five-foot-six.
She stopped Boss mid-word.
“Nigga, fuck you and your apology. Oh, don’t worry though. Q will be in touch, muthafucka.” I stared in amazement as she walked out.
I chuckled while I released Boss who was currently rubbing his mouth and flexing his jaw.
“Man, let’s go. I don’t even want to know who Q is and why I got the feeling that him being in touch is going to cause problems.” I shoved him toward the exit, passing the bar, placing two one-hundred-dollar bills on top, swapping them for Boss’s keys. I wasn’t sure if Boss had closed his tab, but that should cover the inconvenience.
The manager offered another nod and we were gone.
Once I had a stumbling Boss in the front seat, I pulled out my phone to send a text. This was the last time I did this shit.
Me: I got this nigga. Intervention tomorrow morning, make time.
I waited for a second before I cranked the truck, hearing the collective dings.
BK: Just send the location. I’m there.
Tino: Damn, that bad. Aight.
FIVE
Johnni
I was currently at Mickey’s house attempting to calm my nerves before I made my way home, hoping the joy of being on godmom duty did the trick. I rushed over here after I left the club, fighting with Boss and the muthafucka who not only manhandled me today, but who’d taken my soul this past weekend at Seventh Heaven.
Courtland.
