“That’s why we going to see her. Not because of him. But because she disrespected you. Sosa gon’ get his too, but tonight, that bitch gon learn how to talk to people.”
* * *
By the time we pulled up near Allure, the club was still lit up like it wasn’t damn near one in the morning. The sign out front glowed in pretty gold cursive letters, sitting above black tinted doors and velvet ropes. Expensive cars lined the curb. A Bentley. Two Benz trucks. A matte black Hellcat with red guts. Niggas stood outside smoking, laughing, and trying to look important. Women in tight dresses and heels crowded near the entrance, taking pictures like the sidewalk was a runway. It was exactly the type of spot a bitch like Sheree would own.
Mya drove past slow, her eyes scanning everything. “She got security.”
“I see.”
“And cameras.”
“I see that too.”
“You sure you wanna do this?”
“I’m sure.”
Mya nodded and circled the block before parking across the street near a closed beauty supply. We could see the side entrance from where we sat. It was black with a small gold sign that saidPRIVATE ENTRY. A big dude in all black stood by the door with his arms folded, looking half bored and half ready to put somebody through a wall.
“This her club, right?” Mya asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then she probably ain’t coming out the front with everybody else. Owner bitch gon’ use the side door.”
“Exactly.”
We sat there watching.
Ten minutes passed.
Then twenty.
Then almost forty.
The longer we sat, the calmer I got. Not peaceful calm. Not healed calm. More like that dangerous type of calm that settle over you when your mind has already accepted whatever consequences come next.
Mya kept glancing at me.
“You still with me?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“You ain’t gotta do nothing you not ready for.”
I laughed dryly. “Girl, you the one who told me to get dress.”
“I know, but I’m also the one who gotta make sure you don’t crash out and end up on the news.”
“I’m already crashing out.”
“True.”
We both laughed a little, but it didn’t last.
The side door opened suddenly, and the security guard straightened up.
A woman stepped out first wearing a tight black dress, red bottoms, and a fur coat hanging off her shoulders like she was some type of celebrity. Her hair was jet black, in a bob that was bone straight, Diamonds sparkled on her neck and wrist. She had that look on her face that said she was used to being catered to.
