Page 25 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio
Glow was leaning on me as I ushered her through the restaurant. She wasn’t drunk at all. She had only taken one sip from each of the Lemon Drops I ordered her. Her fucking feet were hurting, and she was wobbling in those heels and trying to pull the drunk card as an excuse to lean on a nigga. Her body was so soft and velvety that I didn’t mind her invading my space.
We’d stayed at the restaurant way past closing, so we were the last to leave. Glow had shown me her social media accounts, and when I saw how much of a big deal she was, I ordered more food. When it all came out, she convinced me to put my chair beside hers while she recorded us both trying the food. I’d eaten more than she had. I didn’t know if she was one of those girls who hated to eat in front of niggas, but she took a bite of everything—just enough for the camera. As soon as she cut the scene, she was done with that particular dish and ready to move on to the next one.
We left so much food on the table that it was ridiculous. Some foods she hadn’t even gotten to try. Still, to be able to sit by her pretty ass all night was good enough for me. I even interacted with her audience when she cut the camera and went live. They were on a nigga bad, causing her ass to end it. She had over ten thousand people watching, and that shit was wild to me. I was glad she’d ended it because having so many people watching me gave police vibes like a motherfucker. Glow was a big-ass deal in the food reviewing world. The people loved the fuck out of her and had been sending all types of monetary gifts the whole time we were on live. I nearly got on someone’s ass for putting a fucking rainbow over my head until Glow explained that it was money. The longer she was on live, the more people joined and the more money she earned. People were real-life giving strangers their money just for talking to the camera. However, I couldn’t even blame them; she was worth watching and tricking on.
Fine ass.
“You didn’t valet?” She looked at the valent tenant, who was leaning against the podium, scrolling his phone.
“Nah. Come on.”
Without another word, I scooped her up in my arms, and a yelp squealed from her throat. She placed her hand on her assso her panties wouldn’t show since she was wearing a dress as I carried her further into the parking lot. She was heavier than she looked, and I liked that shit. I benched more than Glow, so I was able to cradle her in my arms with ease. Her free arm went around my neck, and her perfume danced up my nostrils as I carried her to my car.
When we got to my whip, I bent down and opened the door to place her inside, not wanting her pretty ass feet to hit the ground. The door cracked open, and even though my car fit the description of who she thought I was—the store runner—she didn’t act too good to be in the passenger seat in an old-ass car. She’d taken an Uber to dinner, and I knew it was because she’d had plans to go home with Shio. From the amount of martini glasses left on the table that were all full, Glow was no drinker, so the Uber was a tell-tale. I jogged around my side of the car and peeled out of the parking lot. She hadn’t given me her address, and I didn’t have a home of my own to take her to, so we just rode the city with no destination in mind.
“Tunan… You’ve been listening to me do boring food reviews all night. Tell me something about you.” Her head was leaning against the peeling leather of the seat, and yet, she was as comfortable as ever. She’d kicked her heels off and had her legs folded as she watched my side profile.
“Seeing you in your element wasn’t boring. Interesting, yeah. But boring? Nah. Your profession is different, but I fucks with it.”
She blinked her wispy lashes, but took a beat before responding.
You could make money in all types of ways these days. It was money in anything, you just had to find your lane and capitalize, and then scale that shit up. I’d never wanted to do anything but get money out on the streets, so I applauded folks like Glow.
“I appreciate that, Tunan. The girls are going to go crazy when they see you on my vlog. They already did the most on live.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I can’t believe you don’t have any social media.”
She’d made a big-ass deal when people in the comments were asking me about my social handles, and I replied that I didn’t have any. It was as if that was unheard of, but it just showed that Glow and her followers were green as hell.
“I have an Instagram that I haven’t been on in damn near a year. But I don’t have a TikTok. I thought that shit was for kids and dancin’.”
Glow showed me her TikTok profile once she ended the live, and I was in awe. It felt like I'd missed so much in a year because I swore that was a dancing app.
“It’s come a long way from that.”
“Shit, I see.” I licked my lips as I looked over at her.
Fine-ass Glow.
“Okay, tell me something…”
“I mean, it ain’t much to tell. Old enough, and I got a slew of fucking brothers and one sister.”
“Where are you from?”
I grinned. “Atlanta.”
“Lie. You sound like Glorilla a lil’ bit when you talk.”
“Damn! You sayin’ I sound like a female?”
“Nooo! Well, I should have said Money Bagg Yo or Yo Gotti. You use the same slang as them. Plus, I've been on 901 TikTok more than I care to admit. You may have lived in Atlanta, but you’re from Memphis.”
Glow was a lot smarter than she looked, but I peeped that back in the restaurant. She was observant as fuck too. I didn’t think I had an accent for the longest time until I moved to the A. Those niggas were forever telling me I was country as hell—like they asses could talk.
“Yeah, I’m from the M—born and raised.”
“Fasho,” she replied, making me laugh hard as hell.
“Naw, mane. So you trying to take my lingo now?”
