This time she went down to one knee.
People were starting to notice now. A couple niggas from the front of the club were walking over. Somebody yelled for security. Somebody else pulled out their phone.
“Mya,” I said, breathing hard.
“I see ’em.”
Sheree tried to crawl away, but Mya grabbed her arm and snatched her back up.
“Where you going, Miss club owner?” Mya said in her ear. “I thought this was your spot.”
“Get off me!” Sheree screamed.
“You should’ve thought about that before you got cute with my sister; she did say cute right Yah?”
The security guard took another step, but Mya lifted the gun just a little higher without even looking at him.
“I said stay right the fuck there.”
That was when a black car pulled up slow near the curb, it was smooth and perfectly timed.
The back door opened.
For one second, I froze. because I realized this had gone way past a fight, but I didn’t give a fuck. I could tell Sheree realized it too.
Her eyes widened, and for the first time tonight, she looked scared.
“Wait,” she said, her voice cracking. “Hold on—” Mya tightened her grip on her arm and looked at me.
“Yah-Yah,” she said sharply. “Now.”
And before I could think, before I could talk myself out of it, before anybody could stop what was about to happen, everything around Allure turned loud, blurry, and completely out of control.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Sosa
I was posted up in the trap with the guys, BooMan, Trigg, Rah, and Mook, plus a few workers in the other room. We was in the back counting up from last week's work, smoking on some gas, waiting for the shipment to come through.
"Yo, that new plug better come through correct this time," Trigg said, breaking down a wood. "Last time them niggas was short by two bricks."
"Man, I already told 'em if they play games again, it's up," I said, leaning back in my chair. "I ain't got time for that goofy shit."
BooMan laughed, blowing smoke out his nose. "You know Sosa don't play about his money, gang. These niggas better come correct."
We was all chopping it up, talking shit, when I reached in my pocket to check my phone. I always kept two on me, one for personal shit, one for the streets. But when I felt around, I only had one.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.
"What's good?" BooMan asked, looking over at me.
"I think I left my other phone at the crib," I said, patting all my pockets again.
"Damn, you slipping, bro," Mook said, shaking his head. "That ain't like you."
"Man, I'm straight. I'll grab it when I get back." I wasn't too worried. It was probably just sitting on the nightstand or some shit.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard a truck pulling up outside. I got up and looked out the window, the U-Haul was right there, right on time.
