Buck stood up, adjusting his watch like that was the end of the conversation. “Cool. So when he gets out, we’ll welcome him back with a blunt force trauma to the face. I ain’t finna have nobody fuckin’ with my people.”
“He don’t want that kind of smoke,” Stacks added. “Not from us, anyway.”
Sophi nodded but still looked like she had a weight sitting on her chest.
We dropped the conversation for now just as Juke walked in. This nigga was the undefeated Underground King. Built like a brick wall with eyes that stayed half-lidded, like he was always high or always plotting. Maybe both. He was one of the few niggas who could walk into Vault unannounced and not get a single side-eye. We respected him, and the feeling was mutual.
“Damn, y’all brought the whole city out tonight?” Juke grinned, dapping me, then Stacks, then Buck.
“You know how I do,” Buck said, nodding toward the ring.
Juke glanced at the two fighters, unimpressed. “These niggas hitting like they in middle school.” That caused the room to fill with laughter.
“You here scout or talk shit?” I asked.
“Both,” he grinned.
His eyes landed on the women’s section. He dipped his head in acknowledgement.
“Lemme know when y’all want me back on the card,” he said. “I need some real competition.”
“You ain’t fought since you cracked Boom’s shit,” Buck said, grinning.
“Ain’t my fault the nigga can’t fight.” He shrugged.
“You know he still wants that re-match?”
“Set it up. I can use the practice,” Juke jested.
The fight ended in a second-round TKO, just like Buck said. We spent another hour watching side matches, placing light bets, and keeping an eye on Sophi, who finally loosened up after a few drinks and laughs with the girls.
Once the night died down, we headed out in pairs. Buck stayed behind to make sure everything was handled. Stacks and Kasha left with me and Mel in tow.
Once we left the parking lot, Mel took off her shoes and leaned sideways in the passenger seat, placing her feet in my lap, giving me that look. I squinted in her direction as I gripped the wheel harder.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I’m gone park this truck,” I muttered.
She smiled slow. “You scared, Franklin?”
“Nah,” I laughed. “But you should be.” I gave her a look that matched hers.
***
We didn’t even make it upstairs once we got home. No sooner than we walked inside, I had her on the kitchen counter, legs spread, and my mouth buried between her thighs like I was starving. She gripped my head with both hands, hips rolling, moaning my name like a prayer and a threat.
“Sss…Ki—shit,” she moaned as she wet my beard up. Since I was greedy nigga, I kept sucking until she came again. Before she came down from her high, I was sliding inside of her.
“Gah damn,” I growled.
“Oh, shit,” she panted. “Don’t stop. Shit, don’t stop.”
Little did she know, I’ain had no plans in stopping no time soon. I was gone die in this pussy if I could.
***
It seemed like I’d been here all damn day when actually it’s only been a few hours. I’d wrapped up two meetings back-to-back and was finally taking a second to breathe. Mel had texted me a picture of her belly poking, captioned“Your son ain’t lettin’ me rest.”Little shit like that is what made me smile like a damn fool.
I was just about to call her when the intercom buzzed.
