I inclined my head toward my crew. “Get them whatever they want. Add it to my tab.”
“Will that be all?”
She leaned forward, making sure I got a good look down the little top she wore. Any other time, I might be interested. She was just my type with her smooth, dark skin and slim-but-curvy body. But I had to admit, my attention was wrapped up in Farrah’s thick ass, as hard as I was fighting it.
“Yeah, that’s all.”
She took their orders quickly before giving me one last look while licking her lips. Shaking my head, I smiled at her. I watched appreciatively as she walked toward the stairs, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped suddenly when someone streaked by her. It took a second for me to realize it was Mariah. I looked around for Farrah but didn’t see her. Something was wrong. I knew that shit instinctively.
“Where—” I started, but Mariah was already up on me, her hands grabbing mine as she started talking.
“Mekhi, you have to… Jarell is fighting, and I don’t see Farrah. She?—”
I didn’t even let her finish her statement. I had wanted to see if Trell was watching, but I never meant for Farrah to run into that nigga by herself.
(A few minutes earlier)
“Oh,my God! I’m gonna die!” Mariah whined as we followed Jarell toward the hallway holding the bathrooms.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure you gon’ make it,” I told her.
But once we got in there, I was a little more skeptical. The hallway was empty, but the line was long. Mariah was doing a little dance.
“I’ma wait for you out there with Jarell,” I told her.
I’d hold it before I dealt with all those people. She nodded and I went to wait for her near the entrance. Jarell stood close by, watching me as I dug in my purse for my phone. I figured Kera had been texting me—she was the only person who wouldsend me back-to-back messages like that. But I frowned when I didn’t recognize the number with its six missed texts.
I opened the first one… and immediately sucked in a breath.
210-555-2464:
Hey, pretty girl.
I think you would look better sitting in my lap.
A dance? How sweet!
I don’t think I like his hands all over you, pretty girl. I bet he doesn’t know how to touch you.
That nigga doesn’t deserve your kisses.
You
“Man, what the fuck? Watch where you going!” I looked up from Trell’s messages as I heard Jarell’s voice. He was frowning at a man in front of him and I could see the wet spot on his shirt where the man must’ve spilled his drink.
“I said my bad, nigga. Dry that shit up and get the fuck out my face,” the man challenged.
Jarell straightened to his full height, his hands clenching into fists. Anybody could see where this was going. I opened my mouth to remind him that I was there. Before I could speak, I saw a man behind Jarell lift his hand. Focused on the man in front of him, Jarell was totally unprepared for the gun that came crashing down on the back of his head. He stumbled but held his ground. I moved toward him, determined to help since the hallway was mostly deserted. Suddenly, an arm like a steel band slid around my waist and a hand clamped over my mouth. No one even paid attention as I was carried into a dark corner.
“You were finally getting my messages, huh?”
That voice, so familiar now, was soft against my ear. He set me down and I whirled around. Inhaling sharply, I looked up,my eyes meeting Trell’s dark ones. I was on my own. I was scared, but I was also annoyed. If he wanted to go after Mekhi, he needed to do that and leave me out of it. I was tired of being cornered.
“What do you want, Trell?”
He smiled. “So, you remember me?”
I rolled my eyes.
