“If my car not here or got a scratch, I’m paying yo mama a visit. I’ll be back.”
Turk pulls up behind me in G-Pops’ van. He honks his horn at me, and I throw up our sign as I stroll to where Pay is trying to hold Nut back.
“...even if we weren’t at capacity, and you had the hundred dollar cover, none of you guys are in dress code,” the big nigga finishes.
Set’s in a Nike tech. Nut’s in Polo pajamas and a Birch hoodie. Pay’s in a lounge set girls be wearing with her short hair in a crazy ponytail.
I never put on a shirt over my wife beater.
But we ain’t here for all that anyway.
“On my mama–” Nut starts.
I lift my Tec in the air and fire. These security guards don't have any guns, I can tell. Rookie mistake.
Everyone scatters like roaches, and I walk right in, my bros and Pay following me.
The music’s loud enough inside that no one heard the gunshots, so we still make our way through the crowd of people up to the VIP area upstairs.
Once I clear the stairs, Autumn sees me first. I wink at her, making the panic on her face spread faster.
She taps B on the shoulder, and she turns, trying to hand her a shot before she points toward me.
By then, I’m halfway to them, so I know they see who’s with me.
Wyn rolls her eyes and starts grabbing her purse.
“Yeah, grab all that shit,” Nut booms over the music up here. “Pay, tell yo brother his girl is a fucking harlot! C’mon Choc, before you have me on the news.”
Macy’s sitting on the top of the couch, twirling her fingers in her hair, all in a nigga’s face. Not giving a fuck her homegirls are finna leave. I saw her move the nigga’s face back on her when Autumn first froze up, so she knows I’m here.
This is a game to her.
One she’s been playing all weekend.
She wanna keep moving how she usually does with these niggas. Having shit her way, doing whatever, and when a nigga tries to tame her, she moves around.
But I keep telling her, this ain’t that.
I’m not one of her hoes.
I’m not trying to tame her.
And she fuck with me too much to ever move around from me.
That third statement is an assumption, but even if it’s not true, I fuck with her too much to let her move around. She can be as free as she want, in the sanctuary I made for her. Eventually, she gone hit the walls of her cage. And tonight is that eventually.
I finally make it to them, and Macy’s still pointedly ignoring me. But that’s cool. I’m not there for her anyway.
I set my gun gently in her lap, then kick as hard as I can at the nigga’s leg. The sickening crack is music to my ears, and there’s no blood leaking in his jeans when he falls over.
I grab my gun with one hand and my baby with the other and lead us out of VIP, where the rest of our people already cleared out.
Sure enough, my car is still there, but I hear sirens in the distance. Macy lets me help her into the front, but the compliance doesn't mean shit to me. She hears the sirens, too, and knows the deal.
Nut is herding the girls into G-Pops’ van when I look over. I catch Set’s gaze as he blows smoke out the side of his mouth. “Tell Nut we’ll see him at the crib.”
He nods and I get in my Jeep to skirt off toward the studio.
