Page 35 of Only You

“If it ain’t ‘The Game’, then it’s women!” Demi said.

“That part!” I spoke. Before we could delve into that statement, Ren appeared at the table.

“Ahhh here he go, ol’ singing ass nigga,” Demi said as Ren leaned in dapping each of us up before he took a seat and started on his drink that was already on the table.

“Brice, ask this nigga about how to handle women that stress you out. His ass had been married to my sister for two seconds andwas already on his knees begging like Jodeci. Baby, I’m begging, baby, I’m begging, begging baby oooooo yeah,” Demi said, singing off-key. The table erupted in laughter.

“Fuck you Demi, I just got here and your ass starting already.”

“How’s Vonn doing? I ain’t seen her in a minute,” I asked.

“She’s good. Ready to drop that baby. You know how the Haven brothers do. We keep ‘em barefoot and pregnant,” Ren said.

“Barefoot and pregnant y’all sound like some damn neanderthals,” I said and laughed as I tossed back drink number three.

“Nigga y’all act like I’m tying her ass up. That’s what Demi’s nasty ass be doing. Vonn is a very willing participant. I’m a lover boy, and if she wants this loving, that’s what she’s going to get.” Ren said.

“Ohhhh shots fired,” D said.

“Nah, yeah, because if I ask Shorty to tell me where she wants it and she says in or if I tell her to let me out and she doesn’t move, pregnant it is!” Steph said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Now that’s what the fuck really be happening,” D said and dapped Steph up. We all let out another round of laughs.

“That might be happening tonight for you, Brice. Got damn they badder than a motherfucker. I know you be palming that perfect ass head. Neck all sexy and long like a beautiful giraffe. Umph, Umph, Umph!”

“Why. Are. You. Like. This,” Ren said to Demi, accentuating every word.” I slightly turned and looked over my shoulder to see Tay and JoJo walking in, looking like a man’s wildest dreams. They both wore two little black dresses that managed to be classy yetinappropriate at the same time. At least to me. Tay’s body made everything look that way. They were sending a message letting us both know that we had them fucked up.

“Shit!” I said aloud, turning around and slouching down into the booth.

“Ooohhh Shit! Y’all didn’t tell them where you were, did you?” D said and laughed.

“Baby, I’m begging, baby, I’m begging begging baby,” Demi sang again, causing the three of them to laugh, but Steph and I remained quiet. That made them laugh even harder. I stuck up my middle finger, picked up my drink, and downed the rest. Steph and I exchanged a knowing look. It was a look that said we couldn’t let the two of them stay in here with their asses nearly hanging out. If they did, the two Mafia men wouldn’t be the only ones we put down tonight.

Steph and I stood simultaneously with them all, laughing at our expense.

“Damn, you good?” Ren asked because I swayed a little.

“Yeah, I’m straight. We’ll get at y’all later,” I slurred as we leaned down to dap them up, then headed to our women. They spotted us before we reached them. They didn’t say a word when we grabbed them by the elbows and ushered them back through the doors they just came from.

CHAPTER 20

Tayla

Jourdan and I were fuming as we sat in the back of the rideshare. We sat silently as the driver took his sweet time getting us to our destination. I looked out the car’s front windshield, trying to focus on anything that would calm me down. However, it seemed like each red light we stopped at was a beacon, and I was the bull whose anger was amplifying with each stop.

After about a twenty-minute drive, the rideshare pulled up to Three.

“You ladies have a good night,” the driver said as we got out of his vehicle.

“Thank you,” I said, finding the strength to grit it out.

“You ready to go put belt to ass?” I asked Jourdan

“Hell yeah, you know I stay ready.” We both straightened our dresses, took deep breaths, and headed inside. The dark, smoky environment, set to relax its occupants, did nothing to calm me. Not even the smooth aromatic notes of the cigars or the musichelped, either. We momentarily scanned the room before I spotted them sitting in the rear corner.

“Over there,” I said, tapping Jourdan’s leg and pointing in that direction. I could feel the eyes of nearly every man in the room except my own. Once he’d been alerted of my presence, he quickly turned and slouched down in his seat.

Yeah, you fucked up!

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