"That's not the least of my concern, Mayor. You know what I'll do if that happens, right? I have so much footage of youeating so much BBL ass you'll be coughing up silicone by the time I'm through with yo ass."
The Mayor uttered a nervous chuckle. "I promise you'll never have to mention that."
"I expect your word to be bond, nigga!" Pops nodded his head.
"You have my word."
"Don't bullshit me!"
"I-I won't." The mayor stammered before leaving and being escorted out by one of the bartenders.
We eyed him until he disappeared.
"You think he'll do what he's supposed to do?" I asked, glancing over at my Pops. He adjusted the Rolex on his wrist as he took a deep breath.
"That nasty-ass nigga don't have a choice."
"Pops, that's the last fucking thing we need?—"
He looked over at me. "You worried?"
"I don't know, man." I sighed, running a hand over my face.
"Who got you bothered? It's a piece of pussy out there that's got you wide open," he snickered.
"Nigga, fuck you. I ain't the one in the motherfucker smelling like breast milk," I joked.
"Yeah, I'd rather have it no other way though."
"On some serious shit, you think we need to pipe down the rules in here? It was probably some lame-ass nigga who couldn't get in and felt some type of way. I swear niggas get too much time on their hands and take shit too far."
"We have way too many people on our roster who can vouch that this business brings good faith. We have St. Pete and so many charitable foundations who look forward to our generous donations every year." He told me as he smoothed out his shirt.
"I'm just saying the facts."
"What I said are facts. I ain't worried 'bout shit!"
For a minute we chopped it up. Ever since that nigga married Myla, he'd been too busy to talk to the kid. I kept telling myself that I'd stop by and get a taste of their marital bliss, but time was running away from me, so I guess I couldn't put all the blame on him.
Sia had been blowing me up, texting me her side of the story, letting me know that she didn't get fucked. Either way, whatever she did to the next nigga's dick wasn't my concern.
Chapter Eleven
SIA
I didn't even fuck him.
I left right after you did.
That was the last text I sent to Dose—and he never responded.
I don't even know why I felt the need to explain myself. Truth be told, he didn't deserve an explanation. Still, I didn't want him sitting around thinking my comment about keeping things private had anything to do with KC. That wasn't the case at all, no matter how suspicious the timing looked.
The morning after, KC hit me up, being real gentleman-like, talking about pulling up to the studio. The fan girl in me jumped at the opportunity and had been excited ever since. What I didn't expect was to walk in and see Dose posted up with all his homeboys. I damn sure didn't expect to see other women there either. If I'm being honest, I thought the night would be innocent. Instead, it turned into something else.
When you're a man who's used to having women throw themselves at you, I guess it gets easy to assume every woman is the same.
Dose's cold stare replayed in my mind every time I closed my eyes that night.
