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“Nice,” Candy uttered, staring at his well-muscled physique and limp but thick dick.
Magic looked at the time and saw that it was two in the morning. He told Candy to get dressed and he did the same. The two talked as they dressed.
When it neared three, Magic knew that it was time to go back upstairs and manage his club. Candy followed. She went to the bar and ordered a Sex on the Beach. Angel smiled knowingly.
As dawn approached, the crowd began to dwindle. Soon it was five in the morning and the place was almost empty. The staff remained behind to clean up and some escorted the dancers into cabs or home.
Magic was going over the take by the bar while Angel wiped down and put the liquor bottles away. Candy remained behind so that she could leave with Magic and continue their sexual encounter at his place.
When he was done, Angel said his goodbyes to Magic and Candy, got into a cab, and rushed home to be with his lover. Magic was the last to leave since he liked to close up the club.
It was finally just the two of them in the club. Candy went to change into more decent attire and Magic cleaned up the mess his employees had missed. He began sweeping behind the bar. Some nights, Magic wouldn’t leave for home till noon. He spent much of his time at his club going over paperwork, rearranging furniture, cleaning up, or just relaxing and enjoying his solitude. Tonight was no different.
With Candy in the dressing room getting herself ready, Magic listened to the James Brown that played from the small portable radio on the bar countertop.
Magic was almost finished cleaning behind the bar and Candy had just walked back in when he heard a sudden noise come from the back. Magic stood still behind the bar and wished he hadn’t left his gun in his office. He had a feeling that something wasn’t right.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Candy asked.
“Be quiet,” Magic said.
“Magic, what’s wrong? You got me worried,” Candy replied edgily.
Harlem emerged from the darkness with his silenced 9 mm pointed in their direction.
Candy's eyes widened with fear and shock. Magic remained still as he glared at Harlem.
“What the fuck do you want?” Magic asked in a stern voice. He never took his eyes of Harlem.
“I told you I would be back to check you soon, nigga,” Harlem said.
“If it’s YB you’re lookin’ for, I haven’t seen him in months.”
Harlem chuckled. “Oh, I will find that nigga in due time, but that nigga is the least of your worries now. I’m here on other business.”
“Nigga, you kill me and that’s the end of your life,” Magic warned.
“You think I’m worried? You know my reputation, muthafucka!”
He looked over at Candy, who stood rigid with fear. He aimed his gun at her head and asked, “You know who I am, bitch?”
Candy was too scared to speak, but she nodded. Harlem smiled.
“You know, you need to be fuckin’ wit’ niggas your own age. Fuck wit’ a nigga that can do that pussy right and protect you from dangerous niggas like me. Magic is just old; his time done came and gone. You agree?”
Candy slowly turned to look at Magic with tears streaming down her face. Magic remained detached and alert.
“You love him, bitch?” Harlem asked Candy.
Candy nodded.
“I wanna hear you say it,” Harlem said loudly.
“I love him,” Candy said choking on her tears.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” He shot her in the forehead. Candy’s body dropped to the floor.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, nigga? She ain’t had shit to do with you and me!” Magic screamed.
