In the section, I told the server to bring us a bottle of 1942. I smiled as I walked up in Wonder’s personal space. “Didn’t I tell you to fix your face? You want me to kiss you?”
Her frown deepened. “You better not dare put your lips on me.”
I inched closer. “You have five seconds to look like you want to be here with me.”
Wonder sighed hard, but her facial muscles relaxed, and she gave me a fake smile. “Are you fuckin’ happy?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“The happiest,” I gave a curt nod.
“So, what is it that you want Drew to do? Try to fight you? We’re not even together anymore. He might not even care.”
“Oh, he’s gonna care. Bet that. How long were y’all together?”
“Almost three years.”
“He’s gon’ care for sure. Why did y’all break up?”
“Because he was a verbally abusive, gas lighting, asshole, and I got tired of dealing with it.”
I licked my lips and peered into her eyes. “He has a baby on the way. He be cheating, too? How y’all was together for almost three years with no kids, but shorty is pregnant. You on birth control?” my gaze traveled down to her juicy thighs and when my eyes locked back in on her face, anger flickered in her orbs.
“You ask a lot of questions that don’t really have anything to do with you.” After Wonder snapped on me, she turned her back on me.
I let it go because the bottle girl was entering the section with the alcohol and chasers, and Pierre, our cousin, Kool, and Nina were right behind her. She set the tray down and asked Wonder if she wanted a drink while Pierre slapped palms with me. With a grin on his face, he shook his head at me.
“You damn sure got the right name ‘cus you wild as hell. Shorty bad, though.” Smiling wasn’t something Pierre did a lot of since Eric’s death, so I was glad he found my antics amusing.
“She is. Shorty got a mouth on her, too.” I glanced in her direction and saw Nina introducing herself. Nina could be mean as hell and standoffish. After years of dealing with Pierre and his BS, she had been through more than enough. But she stuck around, so I minded my business. I had never been in love, and I didn’t understand the back and forth, can’t leave a person alone, drama. I could walk away from anybody without thinking twice about it.
When I had my drink in hand, I walked over to the entrance of the section to see who all I recognized in the club.
“Wilde? What up, homie?” A guy by the name of Rock called out from his section which was directly across from mine.
“I can’t call it. Same shit, different day.”
“Heard.”
I sipped my drink and watched the group of women that sauntered by the section. One of them was smiling at me and licking her lips. My gaze raked over her frame, and she was bad.The tight dress she wore revealed her shapeless frame because she was skinny. No ass or hips, but her face card was valid, so I’d still bend her over. I gave no fucks if the ass was flat, as long as she knew how to throw it back. I’d encountered some women with fat asses and dry pussy. Some had fat asses and tart pussy. In a lot of cases, big butts were overrated. Some of the best sex I’d had came from women that weren’t overly thick.
It almost didn’t feel right being out turning up without Eric. In the area I grew up in, I was used to people dying. It happened way too often, but when it hit so close to home, it was a hard pill to swallow. There was no shame in my game that once Boone decided to show his face, Pierre and I would be contributors to the never-ending cycle of violence. Killing Boone wouldn’t bring Eric back, but it would certainly make us feel better. I was sure of it.
I sparked a blunt, continued to drink, and vibed to the music. Pierre and I talked business for a few minutes, but the night mostly consisted of getting wasted and chilling. The alcohol she drank must have loosened Wonder up because the frown was gone from her face, and she was dancing on Nina all provocative and shit. My manhood stiffened as I watched her slow wind to the song that was playing. When the song ended, her and Nina giggled like most females do after doing that shit. Playing gay was all fun and games until they ended up in a threesome, competing for the same man. Or one of them crying because the other was pregnant.
Remembering Misha’s announcement had me kissing my teeth. I’d damn near rather do nine months in jail than to have a kid. It was a responsibility that gave me the ick. I didn’t want it. There was fifteen minutes until the club closed, and I wanted to beat the parking lot chaos. So, when the bottle girl came to close out the tab, I paid it and gave her a generous tip.
“You ready to go home?” I smirked, walking up on Wonder. The game I was playing was more fun than I thought it would be. Wonder stayed glaring at me like she wanted to slap the taste out of my mouth.
She frowned at me, upper lip slightly curling, and that made my grin broaden. I was willing to bet angry sex and makeup sex with her was a good time. “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, and I threw my arm around her neck. That time, her body didn’t tense.
I walked over to Pierre and Nina and said my goodbyes. All Pierre could do was grin and shake his head at me. My arm remained around Wonder’s neck the entire walk to my car. It surprised me when I opened the door for her, because I never opened the door for a female. Guess I was playing the part real good. Inside my car, I glanced over at her as she put on her seatbelt.
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but don’t try any funny shit at my crib. Damn sure don’t get the bright idea to have anybody running up in that muhfucka ‘cus after I kill them, I’m gon’ kill you.” I was serious as a heart attack and for her sake, I prayed she was paying attention.
As she normally did when I spoke, Wonder frowned. “You really need to stop threatening me. I don’t know who you think I am.”
I chuckled and started the car. If shorty only knew, I didn’t give a damn who she was. If she played with me, she was going to be joining Mazi in the afterlife.
Relief washed over me as Wilde showed me to the bedroom I’d be sleeping in. His house was nice and clean. With the savage way he acted, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he lived the same way, but his home was in a nice area, it was clean, and neat. It didn’t look like he had roaches, and nothing appeared to be out of place. Maybe he had some kind of home training after all. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t go to sleep without taking a shower. I hadn’t had any lean, and I was proud of myself. Of course, I had alcohol at the club, but it wasn’t lean. It had been twenty-four hours since I drank any. I was trying to make it a full two days, but the way my mind wandered to it every hour or so made me aware that I might not make it.
