“Damn,” Eirian said, biting into his bottom lip and grabbing his semi-hard dick while watching the sway in Minx’s hips as she walked away. “I see why the lines got blurred, my nigga. Is she as good as she looks?” Eirian turned to Gannon with bright, interested eyes.
Gannon could only shake his head as he caught chills thinking about what it feels like inside of Minx. He missed that shit already and hadn’t been away from her that long. She definitely had some bomb ass pussy. Swiping his tongue across his lips, he spun to face the bar. Eirian snickered and brought a strong arm to his shoulder.
“Ah, don’t sweat it. After we take her daddy out, you might still have a chance with her,” he kidded, snickering sickly. “Speaking of, do me a favor. Summon him here. I got some shit I need to talk to him about.”
Gannon sneered, an unsettled feeling filling his stomach up. He straightened up beside Eirian and canvassed his boy curiously.
“What you want to talk to him about? He don’t even know I’m the one moving in. What I look like extending a fucking olive branch and pulling you together? Shit makes me look suspect as fuck,” Gannon retorted.
“Why the fuck you care when we ’bout to handle this nigga anyway?” Eirian countered, sharp with his words. “Just do that shit. Tonight, we make shit clear around here,” he assured him before he walked off.
Gannon didn’t know what he meant by it, but the gut-wrenching pull he got left him wondering. He stared around the club and went into his pocket for his cell phone. With a heavy sigh, he dialed Max’s phone and let it ring.
“What’s up, G?” Max questioned, sounding like he was smoking on the other side of the phone.
“I need to talk to you,” Gannon blurted out.
“Funny, I need to speak to you too. When and where?” Max inhaled and waited.
“Now, at the club. Just come up to my office,” Gannon instructed.
“Give me fifteen minutes,” Max said before hanging up.
Gannon couldn’t shake the bad feeling paralyzing him. Max was smart, and he couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted to talk with him about. Gannon drew in a breath and reached behind the bar for a bottle of Don Julio. He needed something to take the edge off.
Minx and Luna danced like that cliche, as if nobody was watching when they gained the attention of everyone within ten feet. One song ended, and THEY came over the entire club. The lyrics to “Count Me In” crept into everyone in the atmosphere. Minx raised her arms above her head and clapped to the beat while her hips swayed. Beside her, Luna did the same, and most of the men couldn’t take their eyes off them. Rose and Finn decided to pull up tonight, and as soon as the bitches saw themcoming, they paid close attention and checked their reflections in their compact mirrors. Strutting past the metal detectors, guns on their hips, they passed a blunt between them. Rose paused in the aisle, right beside the dance floor, and there was Minx’s fine ass cutting up. He tugged on the blunt between his lips and nodded for Finn to take notice too.
“The fuck.” His boy frowned up, watching his woman turn up with another nigga in close proximity.
Luna tucked her lips and twerked for the world to see. Finn was ready to pop a nigga if he dared touch her. It was all friendly right now, but he knew how niggas got. Rose grabbed him by the arm, holding him in place.
“Slow up, nigga.”
“Nigga, fuck that. That’s me, and she ain’t about to be out here shaking my shit for every nigga out here to see!” Finn spat, his face going into an instant angry mug.
What he didn’t know was that his other bitch, Rye, was in the building. She was tired of hiding and waiting for him to come through like he’d been promising the last week. Finn was an addiction for her, and up until recently, he felt the same about her. She knew when he was fucking her good and they were in bed together that there was no other place he would rather be.
Eyes lighting up when she spotted him, she was glad he’d showed up tonight. She was out with a couple of her friends, and one of them talked her ear off while Rye zoned out. The bass thumped throughout the club, and yet over all the noise, all she saw was Finn. He was looking at something else though, and Rye’s deep, slanted, coffee-bean eyes followed where he was fixated. The smile she carried upon seeing him quickly faded when she saw that he had eyes on another woman. He said something to the guy he walked in with then took off toward the dance floor.
“You trying to get niggas slumped in here tonight, ain’t you, Luna?” Finn growled, taking her and Minx by surprise.
“Shit, Finn! You are killing the vibe. We just dancing.” Minx continued to move back and forth in front of him, but he never took his eyes off Luna.
He never looked at her that way, and she stopped moving and stood tall. Less than a foot apart, they squared off in front of everyone.
“You can dance up in VIP. This shit right here ain’t it.” Finn waved to the niggas around them.
“You getting real territorial.” Luna smirked, leaning toward him with a cute pout. “I kind of like that shit.” She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her soft breasts against him, and it was a wrap.
He softened his gaze when she pressed her lips into his gently. Finn’s dick jerked.
“Finn!” Rye’s high-pitched tone jarred their attention.
Luna still had her arms around his neck, and they turned together to face her. She cocked one brow at the pretty, brown-skinned girl in front of her. Finn tightened up, and Luna saw the flash of recognition flicker through his hooded brown irises. He knew that girl, and judging from the hurt bouncing off her peepers, she knew him too. Luna removed her arms from around Finn and sized his little thot bucket up.
“What’s up, Rye?” he greeted her, pinching his lips while looking her over.
She was looking good, but not in the way where he wanted to fuck her like he normally would.
