“You ready now?” She smiled brightly.
“Give us a second, little mama.” Some random brown-skinned nigga said, entering my section with another random nigga behind him.
Immediately, I got a bad ass feeling, and for good ass reason. For starters, these niggas looked like trouble, and secondly, they had no reason to come in my section and tell the one form of entertainment to leave unless they were up to no fucking good.
“Nah, baby, stay.” I told her, but when the brown-skinned dude nodded for her to go, she listened to him instead. I couldn’t even blame her.
“I heard you be acting bitch made.” The light-skinned one grimaced, coming from behind his homeboy to stand above me. “Hacking social media accounts and shit like a ho.”
How the fuck did he know that? What the hell was Kabrina into?
Standing, I said, “Look, I don’t know what—” and before I could even get a word out, the light-skinned nigga went across my face with his gun.
From there, both men proceeded to whup my ass until I could no longer even attempt to fight back. As I lay there, bleeding and going in and out of consciousness, wondering when the police would show up, they snatched my watch, other jewelry, and all the cash from my wallet, plus the bottles I’d bought, before the brown-skinned nigga kicked me in my stomach so hard I folded up and gagged.
I lay there for I wasn’t sure how long before I was finally able to sit up. The club was sparsely populated now, and I noticed security standing by.
“We closing up,” he said.
“Did y’all call the police? Who were them niggas that robbed me?” I tried to stand but failed, so he came to help me, being a little too damn rough.
“Nah, we didn’t, but I suggest you forget about this shit right here and press on,” he replied, guiding me to the door.
“What? Why the fuck would I do that? I ain’t scared of them niggas!”
“You should be, and if you don’t wanna listen to me, you can find out the hard way. ’Cause they not even the head nigga in charge.” He left me outside on the corner with my aching body, thumping ass head, and thoughts.
I decided to take my ass home instead of trying to press charges, not even wanting to know whowasin charge of them crazy ass niggas, ’cause it was usually an even crazier muthafucka.
As I drove home, though, praying I didn’t pass out, I wondered why them hoodlums had beef with me. I replayed the scene over and over until I remembered the only nigga I had issues with was Unique, and he had that off-kilter ass brother who made me jump off the yacht.
That nigga Unique was gon’ pay for that shit, especially because I’d already given Kabrina back her shit.
ON SET… DOUGH BOYZ, SEASON SIX…
“Wow. There he is.”Kabrina smiled as I looked myself over in the mirror.
We were in my fly ass trailer on the set ofDough Boyz,and though Kabrina wasn’t a part of the crew with this one, I liked having her with me.
True enough, we didn’t separate much at all, but I actually liked that shit. Lately, if we had to part ways, I found some way for us not to actually do so.
“What you mean?” I chuckled.
“Denim Davis.” She folded her arms, smirking. “You look kind of different as him.”
Getting close to her and slipping my arms around her waist, I smirked, saying, “So you wouldn’t fuck with me?”
“I would. But I like Unique Compton better.”
“As you should.” I kissed her, just as someone started banging on the door of my trailer.
Before I could even go see who the fuck it was and check their asses, the door flew open, and AJ stormed in with one of the PAs, Renee, on his heels.
“Mr. Jared, you need to get to wardrobe!” she shouted from behind him, looking to me like she wanted help. “You were already late and?—”
“You think I don’t know you set me up, nigga!” AJ roared, and I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Asif had hit me the night of, saying he had eyes on the nigga, and if it was cool to enact the plan now. I agreed, so he had Low and Free handle him like I’d wanted. Had Asif done it, he would’ve had ironclad proof that I was behind the shit, but because it was Low and Free, he had an inkling and nothing more.