Peaches kept her thoughts stowed away because she knew if she hyped her even more she wouldn’t come in. Nina was one of the very few women who despised attention but her friend couldn’t relate.
The music greeted them before they even made it inside, and it wasn't too packed yet, but it was busy enough to be considered a good time.
It took two seconds for Nina to spot Jio as if her eyes, mind, heart, and pussy had been trained to find him whenever he was near.
“Damn Peaches, you didn’t say he was sitting in the middle of the room,” she grumbled.
“That’s where he always sits.” She wasn’t taking the blame for that.
He was surrounded by his niggas and collectively they had enough money to pay several mortgages. Which was nothing unusual for the Gotti Family.
His eyes lifted as he took another toke of the biggest blunt she’d ever seen him smoke. The impact of him looking into her soul annoyed her. How was it that a year later, her body still managed to react before anything else? She felt her pussy pulsating through her panties, and it wasn’t because of the bass blaring out of the speakers. Jio Gotti had that effect all on his mother fuckin’ own.
He looked away first and she had the nerve to be mad. Internally, she had a conversation with herself.
Good.
Ignore me.
See if I care.
The lie barely lasted five seconds because Peaches was guiding her towards a section on the opposite side of the room.
“Order whatever, I’ll be right back. I need to change.”
Nina nodded, wishing she would’ve just carried her ass home.
Moments later, a bottle girl approached her.
“What can I get you?”
“A glass of champagne please.” Nina picked up her purse to see if she had any loose change.
“It’s covered already.”
She didn’t need to look across the room to confirm who paid for it because she knew Mr. Gotti had everything handled. “A tip for you,” she said as she tried to slip her a twenty-dollar bill, but the girl declined it. “He tipped too.”
Nina rolled her eyes. “Cool.”
A few minutes later, another waitress appeared carrying a basket. She already knew what it was. Jio didn’t like it when she drank without eating. Ten wings, all flats with both blue cheese and ranch. Fries extra crispy. Her exact order sat right in front of her along with a bottle of sparkling water, a glass filled with ice and two lemons and limes.
This nigga here….
It was the same order he'd spent years bringing home. She wouldn’t fuss on him missing his invisible curfew as long as he fed her.
Nina rolled her eyes so hard they almost got stuck. She didn’t believe in letting perfectly good food go to waste so she ate the fries before they turned cold. Especially when she hadn’t had any strip club food in a year. In perfect timing, a bottle of champagne appeared. The cute girl popped it and skipped the festivities of sparklers and shit. Jio didn’t need any extra attention on what used to belong to him. His friends spotted her just as fast as he did when she entered. Bitches… women… like she didn’t walk into the strip club every night. She wasone of themand didn’t even know it.
Alongside the bottle of freshly popped champagne was a blunt. Nina gladly accepted both. Bad habits resurfaced in a matter of ten minutes.
Peaches appeared shortly after. “Damn, my brother didn’t waste no time.”
She blew smoke out of her nose.
“Tell him if he wants to speak to me, he should do so like a real man.”
Peaches held her hands up. “I’m staying out of it!”
She sipped from her glass. “Me too.”
