Page 8 of Walk Thru The Fire

Our pops just shook his head at our antics, because he knew we would go on forever.

“Who is this Rein chick?” I forgot Kilo’s ass was on the phone until he spoke up.

“Damn, I forgot yo’ ass was on the phone. She’s just a chick from the yard,” I revealed.

“She a biker chick, bro. Fine, thick ass, bitch,” Buck instigated.

“Keep playing wit’ me.” I scowled. “But she’s cool. Ain’t shit serious.”

“You sure you wanna get into something else right now?” Kilo asked.

“You act like I’m about to marry the bitch. Last night was literally our first time kickin’ it. Y’all seem to forget that I’m twenty-four and not four.” They made me sick with that shit. Acting like I couldn’t make my own fuckin’ decisions pissed me off.

“You whining like a lil’ bitch right now, so it’s hard to tell.” I rolled my eyes at Buck because he was pissing me off.

“Y’all done? I got shit to do?” Before he could respond, I got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: If you want to see your bitch again, you need to come off of five mil. Hit this line when you got the money.

Knowing this nigga was playing these types of games was pissing me the fuck off. If they thought they were gone get that kinda money outta me, they had another thing coming.

“The fuck wrong wit’ you?” I looked up at Buck and handed him the phone. When he saw what I saw, his expression mimicked mine.

“What you tryna do?” was all he asked. I knew my brother would always be on whatever I’m on.

“I’m gone give these muthafuckas just what they’re looking for, and I’ain talking ’bout no fuckin’ money.”

Muthafuckas thought just because I was the baby I could be played with. I’m here to show them why I’m not.

5

Chapter Five

Kasha

Lance brought me and Jace to another house and had us locked up in a room. I really hoped he came to his senses sooner than later because this is not going to end well for him. I know everyone is worried because I haven’t been in touch. I hope they didn’t think I just upped and left. Anybody that knew me knew I wasn’t a coward. On top of that, I wouldn’t involve my son in whatever I had going on. I knew Jackson was going out of his mind. I had just gotten to a point where I was accepting our age difference, and I knew he was possibly going out of his mind. I remember the day he finally broke me down. It was around the time Nic started working at the bar. Buck left with her and Jackson stayed behind to lock up.

“Armani, when the last customer leaves, I’m going to send Jaz home and have you close.” I stood at the end of the bar and let the girls know what the plan was.

“Why I gotta close? Why can’t she do it?” she sassed.

“Aren’t you the lead?” I countered.

“Yeah, but—” she started.

“—but shit. Do your job or get the fuck on. I’m pretty sure my brother won’t miss you.” Jackson came into view and barked at Armani like the boss he portrayed to be. She rolled her eyes at him, but she didn’t have a rebuttal. Once she walked off, he turned to me, smiling down in my face.

“Jackson, you can go. I got this.” I backed up to put some space between us. Had I not, I’d let this man bend me over this bar with no shame.

“Now, you know I ain’t leaving you in here by yourself.”

“But don’t you have your own businesses you need to check on?”

That was one of the things that I started to love about Jackson. He was young, but he was on his shit. He owned the hottest strip club in the city along with a bike yard, that was basically a club slash lounge for bikers. I never been, but he offered to take me to a race and ride his bike with him. I declined both times.

“I’on need to be there for them muthafuckas to do what the fuck I pay them to do. Just like Buck, I got people in place, so I don’t have to be.” He was so close to me, I could smell the weed and spearmint on his breath mixed with his YSL cologne.

Clearing my throat, I backed up to put some space between us. “Well, since you insist on being here, you can help them break the bar down.” He looked over his shoulder and back at me.

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