Page 20 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

Uno has been out of the country with his wife and son, so Skip has been my go-to for any questions I have on the buildings and locations regarding new construction. He wasn’t on the council, but he was privy to all his brother wanted to do in the city, so I found no issue with linking up with him.

“What’s up, man?” I slapped hands with Skip as I entered his club. I’ve never seen the nightlife here, so I accepted his invitation to kick it at Club Honey tonight. “This place is a lot different from when I came with Jules.”

The club looked nice in the afternoon, but you could tell it came alive at night. The DJ was doing his thing, spinning classic tunes by Young Dro, and there wasn’t a person in sight who wasn’t bobbing to the lyrics. The bottle girls looked good as hell in their bralette tops, leather shorts, and fishnets. You could tell this was the place to catch a vibe in Milly Grove.

“Any time you’re in my spot, everything is on the house. If you ever need anything while you’re in the city, let me or Uno know, and we got you covered,” Skip said as he led us through the crowd. The way the niggas moved out of the way, and the ladies stopped to stare, I knew he and his brothers had their share of envy and admiration.

“What about Wild?” I asked jokingly as I stepped into the section. I blew a slight whistle because the shit was decked out in black and gold with liquor and champagne bottles everywhere. There was also an entire food spread with wings, sliders, and four different dips with chips. “Man… I know you didn’t do all this shit for me.”

“Why not?” Skip turned and eyed me as he placed his hand inside his pockets. “This is our private section, and you’re my guest. We always take care of our people.” He walked over and patted my back as he headed out of the section. “Let me check on some shit real quick, and I’ll be back.” He peered over the banister and shook his head. “Speaking of Wild… take a look for yourself.”

With a chuckle, he shook his head and left me alone in the section. Glancing over the banister, I couldn’t help but snicker at the sight below. Women surrounded Wild as he wrapped his hand around one of their ponytails and danced like Jamaicans. They were all into it until a man approached them. Wild continued to dance and said nothing until the man pushed him. He didn’t break a sweat or lose rhythm as he removed his Glock from his waist and hit him in the temple, knocking him out cold. The women gasped and scrambled to get to safety. The girl he was dancing with stood in shock, but Wild whispered something to her ear that caused her to take his hand and nibble her lip as he led her through the crowd and toward the restroom.

“That nigga…” I chuckled and walked over to the bar area to fix myself a drink and something to eat. It’s been a little minute since I was out for my own leisure, so I made up my mind to enjoy myself.

A few minutes passed with me eating and sipping on a bottle of Ace as I watched the crowd below. I didn’t want to do too much because I had to drive tonight, and no matter how protected Skip attempted to make me feel, I still had to watch my back at all times. I wasn’t really worried about a nigga fucking with me regardless of what city I was in, but you could never be too careful.

Right as I was about to leave the section and walk downstairs, I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in person. Simply dressed in high-waist jeans that hugged her ass just right, a wrap top, and a pair of heels, she was the baddest thing in here. Her tawny skin glowed under the club lights, but when she smiled, I swear, I could feel the precum ooze from the tip of my dick. I sipped my drink and stared as she threw her head back and shared a laugh with the people around her. I was so focused on her that I barely noticed Wild when he entered the section.

“Boudreaux, what’s good?” He smiled as he dapped me up. “How’s the city treating you? Skip told me you were coming tonight, but I didn’t know you were already here.”

“Yeah… probably because you’re out there knocking niggas out and gyrating on hoes.” I chuckled as we clinked our shot glasses together and downed the Hennessy. “Sweets told me she wants to see you when she comes to town.”

He scoffed as he eyed me. “As if I don’t already know. That’s my girl, and she pleads the blood of Jesus over me every night.” Coming closer, he whispered over the music, “You know I had to stay at my mama’s house for two weeks after that shit with that witch you call a cousin? That nigga gives me the heebie jeebies.”

Throwing my head back, I couldn’t help but bellow in laughter. The serious look on his face didn’t make the situation better.

“If nobody else feels you, I do.” I grimaced as I wiped my eyes and calmed down. “Say, man…” I nodded toward shorty at the bar, who was now headed to the dance floor. “Who is that?”

Craning his neck to see who I was talking about, he sipped his drink as he crossed his arms and nodded his head in appreciation. “That’s Denim. She was born and raised here but moved away for a minute. I don’t know if she’s back in town or what. She’s a tough one, though.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked as I continued to watch her and her friends fuck up the dance floor. I don’t know what it is about the City Girls that makes these ladies show their ass, but she was out there having the time of her life. “She must wouldn’t give you no play?”

“Nah, it’s nothing like that.” He simpered and looked on as a flock of ladies approached the section. “A few of the homies can’t say the same, though. She’s just a hard one to step to.” The guard at the entrance asked Wild if they could come into the section, and he looked to me for an answer. “What you think?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I sipped my drink and took one last look at Denim before giving my attention to the five ladies who were filing in. Their body types varied in size, and each one was a different shade of brown, but they all looked good as hell. I wouldn’t mind getting to know one or two on a physical level while I was in town.

“Hey, handsome!” One of the thicker girls came over and spoke to me while the others were talking with Wild. The way they were eating him up with their eyes let me know he was going to have a long night ahead. “I’m Tammy.”

“What’s good?” I nodded as I took my seat on the sofa with her following. She tried to sit on my lap, but I stopped her immediately, patting the spot next to me. “Nah, but you can sit right here, though.”

My intentions were never to be rude—only straightforward. I didn’t know shit about this girl for her to be sitting on a nigga’s lap. Granted, I’m not trying to make friends. If she wanted to fuck, that was cool with me, but let’s not make this new encounter something it isn’t.

“Brash. I like that.” She smirked as she licked her bottom lip. “Are you new to the city? I haven’t seen you around before?”

Bobbing my head to the sounds of Tank, I dragged my eyes over toward her. Her breasts and thighs were barely consumed in the scraps she called a dress. She was a pretty girl with light brown eyes and thick pink lips. My dick twitched just thinking about what she could do with her mouth. Bringing my eyes back to hers, I could see the lust she had for me already.

“Just know I’m here for a good time—not a long time.” The tunes of R. Kelly’s “Seems Like You’re Ready” came through the speakers, and the more I looked at her, the more I wanted to see what she was about. “I apologize for being rude moments ago. How about you come over here and show me what you got?”

Sliding the strap of her purse from her shoulders, she stood to her full height before moving in front of me. She wound her hips slowly as her hands roamed her body. The entire time, our eyes never left each other. Turning her back to me, I pulled my pre-rolled blunt from my ear and watched as she bent over. Her ass was playing peek-a-boo, begging to be fucked. Reaching forward, I grabbed her by her wrist, causing her to fall into my lap.

“You feel that shit?” I murmured in her ear as she moaned, grinding against my dick. “You got a nigga hard as fuck, shorty. What you gone do about that?”

“Hmm,” she cooed as she laid her head on my shoulder, draping her arm around my neck. “Let’s get out of here, and I can show you.”

Chuckling, I let her continue to do her dance. I glanced around, and more girls had flooded the section, as well as some of the guys who worked for Skip. He’d given me a rundown when I first came to town and let me know if I needed anything, I could trust these guys. I appreciated it, but the two niggas I trusted the most were back in Florida, so I was good with handling my own.

“You straight?” Skip eyed Tammy with a blank look on his face. “I got caught up in the kitchen.”

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