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“You can’t just come in here and do that.”

“And why the fuck not?” I asked, looking my old man up and down.

“Because you know that’s not how this shit goes. We don’t bid on the product.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, whatever, bruh. Go grab my shorty.”

He pulled his eyebrows together. “Your shorty?”

“You heard what the fuck I said.” I tipped my chin toward the glass. “Go get her.”

I didn’t give a fuck about none of the shit he was talking about. I had other things on my mind, and sitting here listening to this nigga tell me what I could and couldn’t do wasn’t one of them. If there was some kind of rule about us not bidding, my pops should’ve thought about that shit before he invited my ass down here and sat me in a room where women were being sold.

Especially when he knew the kind of motherfuckers sitting in it. My pops stared at me for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and shaking his head.

He leaned over and gave a slight nod to one of the big ass niggas standing nearby, and the man immediately headed toward the door.

That was all I needed to see. I pushed myself to my feet, ready to get shorty and get the fuck out of there. As I started making my way through the crowd, I caught the old ass nigga I’d just outbid staring at me.

I stopped and turned toward him. The look on his face told me he had something he wanted to say, but for whatever reason, he was holding that shit in.

“You good, dawg?” I asked, looking down at him. “You got something you need to get off your chest?”

He wasn’t a short man by any means, but at six-five, I still had enough height on his ass that he had to look up to me.

His jaw tightened before he finally shook his head. “Nah. You got it.”

“Good.”

I held his stare for another second, just to make sure we understood each other, then gave him a single nod and kept moving.

He didn’t say anything else, and neither did my pops.

I made my way over to the other side of the room and waited for shorty to come out. She was taking her sweet ass time, but when the door finally opened, I heard her before I really got a good look at her.

She was cussing the security guard out, talking so much shit I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing.

I ain’t gone lie, that shit was sexy as fuck. And now that she was standing in front of me instead of behind that glass, I could really see her. The white dress hugged every curve on her body, from her full breasts and waist down to those wide ass hips and thick thighs.

Yeah, shorty was bad as fuck.

“What’s good, shorty?” I asked, smiling at her.

She stopped going off on the security guard and slowly turned her attention toward me. Her eyes started at my face before traveling down my body and coming right back up.

“Who the hell are you?”

“The nigga that just bought you.” I smirked.

“Nigga.” She sucked her teeth. “First of all⁠—”

Before she could finish, I stepped closer, cutting some of the space between us. Her breath caught slightly as she tilted her head back to look up at me.

Shorty was short as hell.

That was fine with me, though. I liked my women short. Made it easier for me to toss their little asses around when I felt like it.

“First of all, shorty,” I said, looking down at her. “Who the fuck you talking to like that?”