“Y’all niggas,” I mumble, but shit, I damn sure am grabbing my phone out my bag.
I’ve surveilled Sahara before, like I said, but that was mostly for security reasons. Now I know I should have been on her friendly pussy having ass, but even then I probably would have just quit her if I found out she was fucking around on me.
Mace, though? My baby mama?
God don’t even know the length I’ll go to make sure she stays exactly where she needs to be.
“I got Mace’s notifications hooked up to the intercom in here, so I know she’s alive.”
“Yeah, nigga, alive. That don’t account for them tramps in nigga’s faces!” Nut’s ears are completely red, so it’s only a matter of time before he looks like the Kool-Aid Man.
I go to my IG and sure enough I see a ring around Mace’s profile picture. Nut and Pay crowd around me as I click on it.
Damn. Macy don’t need no filter at all. I’m bricked instantly when she shows off her outfit for the night in Wyn’s mirror. Her white dress makes her dark skin glow even more, and barely covers that ass she’s been growing.
I screenshot it and click to the next one, that shows all the ladies in a group picture.
“Aw, HELL NAW, Dub! Choc ass didn’t have that shit on when she left! And B got her whole ass out!”
“She’s so sexy, fuck,” Pay mumbles. She clicks the next video as Set joins us.
They’re taking shots, having fun, singing along to old ass songs on the sprinter van.
But then the screen goes to Dal, looking into the camera and smushing her titties together.
“Um–”
“Oh–”
“Damn, Dub–”
Nut whips out his gun, making Set chuckle.
“Heyyy Macy’s IG! Look who we partying with!”Dal yells into the camera, before turning it around and none other than Trippy fills it up.
“Why’s he there?” Pay asks, before clicking the screen. My face balls up immediately.
This nigga PC is all in my girl’s face.
Pay clicks it quickly, and Set snorts. “Aight, she think this shit funny.” He walks away to his bag and pulls out his Desert Eagle. “C’mon, I’ve seen enough. Shouldn’t even be in no club that’s not ours anyway.”
“She just dancing by herself–oh, hell no. I got Cinderella in my purse. Lets go.” Patience grabs her abandoned purse and is out the door quickly.
I look to Nut. “Denver cool here with Sadé?”
He clicks through Macy’s story some more before handing me my phone. “Yeah. Ms. Sheryl be over her loud ass. She only calms down for him, me, and I guess yo ass. Ay, I love Mace but if she finna be a tramp, she can’t be around my Choc. She don’t need no bad influences.”
I look down at the story that’s playing and this time I do crack my phone from squeezing it.
Dal’s ass screaming in the background while Mace grinds on a nigga.
We take my car to Luxe, the new spot closer to the riverwalk. I pull my Jeep right to the front, and they all bounce out. I park my shit and take a calming breath. Don’t make no sense to be riled up when Nut already is. I get out the front and go to my trunk, opening it and moving the rug to my stash spot.
“You gotta move–”
I grab my Tec and turn around, aiming it at the security. “Do I?”
Nigga ducks so fast I gotta laugh. Pussy nigga.
