Page 34 of Maceo

“Well at least he looked at you,” Jaeda mumbled, looking down at her phone.

Mia snatched it from her. “I told you to stop talking to those niggas online. You’re gonna get catfished, and then we will have a body on our hands ’cause nobody is about to play in your face like that.”

Jaeda rolled her eyes. “You’re trigger happy, just like your brothers.” She turned to me and Salima. “Sometimes I wish I could live a normal life like you two. And I don’t mean that in a bad way.”

“Normal is vastly overrated,” Mia said, yawning. “I need excitement.”

If only they knew that Salima was the only one living a semi-normal life. She had this mom and wife thing down. To everyone, I was just running behind my man. They had no idea what I was doing.

“Anyway!” I said, passing out the drinks. “We should do brunch and bottomless mimosas. I’m starving.”

Mia smirked. “You should be, all that screaming you were doing. I know my brother ain’t hitting it like that.”

“Yes, he is, girl.”

She pretended to gag. “I would say I’m living vicariously through you, but that’s nasty. Ugh! I’m so sexually frustrated that I could cry.”

Jaeda rolled her eyes at her sister’s dramatics as she stood. “We doing brunch or not?”

We answered her by downing our drinks and standing as well. As we strutted through the living room, the guys stopped talking and looked at us.

“Where y’all going?” Deuce asked.

“Brunch and mimosas,” I answered, grabbing my purse from the hook by the door.

“Aye, don’t go out there getting drunk as hell.” We all waved him off. “Y’all heard what I said.”

“Boy, bye,” Mia said, opening the door. “You are Darlyn’s daddy, not ours.”

We walked out of the house, laughing at them. After swinging by their houses so the girls could grab their purses, we left the compound and headed to the downtown area. We ended up at an upscale rooftop bar and grill calledCopper and Oak.

When we got there, the valet greeted us with a smile as he took Jaeda’s keys. Inside, the hostess led us up to the roof, where we were seated right next to the railing overlooking the city. The perks of being affiliated with a Dillinger meant that we didn’t have to wait with other patrons. Mia called ahead and told them to have us a table ready. It was the only decorated table in the space.

The women around us glared and whispered as we took our seats. I was used to it at this point. A group of beautiful black women would always be intimidating to a bitch who wasn’t secure in herself. Our server came over with the first round of mimosas and a menu.

“You ladies, take your time. I’ll be right back.”

As she walked away, Mia pulled out her phone to snap a picture of the four of us. A few seconds later, all our phones chimed with a notification. She’d tagged us on her Instagram with the captionYou can’t sit with us #ABrokeBitchCouldNever.I had to laugh.

“You are a mess,” I said.

She giggled. “That’s for the hating hos that stay in my comments. They keep talking like I won’t have my sister look them up and pull up on them.”

Jaeda rolled her eyes as she looked up from her phone. “Don’t drag me into your drama. What do y’all think about him?”

She turned the phone around to show us a picture. There sat this fine ass, nerdy looking man with glasses and tattoos named Quaid. He looked like he could potentially have a roughneck side, and that was the balance my girl needed. Someone she could talk codes with one minute and fuck like rabbits the next.

“He’s cute,” I said. “You matched with him?”

“No. He just keeps popping up in my recommendations. I haven’t decided what to do with that.”

“Sis, you need some dick more than any of us,” Mia said.

Salima and I murmured in agreement, “Yeah…”

“I’m not looking for a good time. There is more to men than penis?—”

Mia cut her off. “See, that’s how I know you need some. Don’t say penis. It’s dick. And if it’s big, it’sdick, dick.”

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