Page 20 of Deuce

He licked his lips. “I find that hard to believe. Even if it were true… whatchu gon’ do about it?”

I found myself holding my breath as I stared at him, unable to say a word. He smirked as he stood up straight.

“Good day, ladies.”

Nudging his brother, they walked off to order their food.

Here came Shar. “Bitch, I don’t know about you, but my kitty just purred.” She picked up a napkin and dabbed my lips. “You’re drooling a little bit, baby. Don’t worry, I got you.”

I slapped her hand away, causing her to laugh. Deuce looked back at me once again and winked. I quickly turned my attention back to my food. Lord knows I didn’t need to find this manattractive. He was already doing too much, and I was beginning to feel like that was his thing. I needed to stop while I was ahead before him doing too much turn into him doing me.

Jesus be a fence.

Mace tappedmy shoulder as we waited in line to order our food. “That’s the chick from last night?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Man, she fine as a muthafucka. Her and her friend.”

“She’s something.”

I looked back at her. She’d just put a fry to her mouth and all I could think about were those pretty ass lips wrapped around my dick… spit dripping down her chin… cum seeping from the sides of her mouth… fuck that would be a beautiful sight.

Mace chuckled. “You got that look in your eyes.”

I turned back to him. “Nigga, what look?”

“The hunter finding his prey. You see something you want and you won’t stop until you have it.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows.”

We stepped up to the window to order our food.

“What’s good, Mr. Luckey?” I asked, dapping the older man. “How’s business going?”

“Busy. You boys ain’t out here looking for trouble, are you?”

Mace grinned. “Come on now, Mr. L. You know we never go looking for trouble. It just finds us.”

“Tell me anything. What can I get for you fellas?”

I didn’t need to look at the menu to know what I wanted, and Mace’s ass ate everything.

“Let me get two of those catfish baskets with double fries and some of Ms. Edna’s sweet tea. She back there?”

“Yeah, that old hag is back here.”

Ms. Edna came to the window and smacked his arm.

“I got your old hag, you old fool.” She smiled at my brother and I. “Stanley, Maceo. How are you, my babies?”

“We’re hungry, Ms. E.” Mace rubbed his stomach. “I know you got a slice of that Red Velvet cake back there.”

She laughed. “I do. I have some sweet potato pie, too.”

I rubbed my hands together. “Go on and slide a couple of slices of that, too.”

I pulled up my wallet and retrieved four hundred-dollar bills. Every time I came here, I always tipped them extra, and every time Ms. Edna made a fuss. They were an older couple and had been in the community for a long time. A few years back, some young punks tried to rob them when they closed.

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