Page 10 of Ms. Mosley

“Say,” I said to Black once I finished, and he dropped from the couch to the floor to meet me in the center of the living room.

Squatting down to his eye level, I told him, “Be good, aight?”

He barked as I patted the top of his head.

“And if anyone comes in here fuckin’ with ma, you…” I slid a finger across my throat, gesturing for him to take their fucking head off.

Again, he barked, standing firmly, as if he understood every word.

Once I finished lecturing my boy, I set aside a stack for my T lady before I left, encouraging her to treat herself tomorrow to a pedicure and anything else she desired.

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It didn’t take long for me to head home, freshen up, and switch rides. Tonight, I opted for my slab; I had been eager to show off the new paint job on this muthafucka. This was the perfect occasion to do so.

I arrived at the club around eleven o’clock, pulling up to the curb. After hopping out, I tossed my keys to the valet.

“How are you doing today, sir?” One of the guys asked.

“I’m straight. Just don’t fuck up my shit. Otherwise, my night takes a deadly turn, ya feel me?” I shot him a glare, and he nodded nervously before sliding into the driver's seat.

I watched him drive off as I stepped inside the building. My best friend Peanut had paid the owner extra to let us enter through the side, so we couldn’t be searched.

“Sup,” I slapped hands with Peanut before turning to his younger brother, Josh. “Happy birthday, lil bro.”

“Appreciate you, bro. What you got for yo’ boy?”

“This nigga… that’s all he cares about,” Peanut shook his head, watching Josh rub his hands together in anticipation. “I’m worn out from putting all this shit together. If I’d known you just wanted cash, I could’ve given you that shit and stayed at the crib tonight.”

“No shit,” I agreed, reaching into my pocket and pulling out two stacks. “Here you go, nigga. Damn.”

“Appreciate you, bro. Good looking out.”

“Always.”

Peanut and I had been best friends since elementary school, and our families were just as tight. I considered Lil Josh like my little brother too; blood couldn’t make us any closer. Even though Peanut and I were deep in the streets, he’d turned out to be a decent kid. While I made money taking niggas heads off, Peanut moved work for Santana.

“My nigga,” Peanut handed me a bottle he’d been holding. “We celebrating more than just Josh tonight. Cheers to gettin’ this money, ya feel me?”

“Fasho,” I agreed, popping the bottle open and taking it to the head.

“I got a lil somethin’ else for you, bro.” He nodded towards a couple of girls he’d brought along. “Check it.”

“Yeah?” I glanced over.

“Hell yeah. Nice, right?”

I slowly surveyed them from head to toe before shrugging, unimpressed. “Shit…they straight. I seen better though.A lot better.” They did not have shit on Ms. Mosley.

Peanut laughed. “Damn, ol picky ass nigga. Bring yo’ ass on and quit complaining.”

For a while, I sat and chilled, tuning out the crowd of bitches in the section. They were on dick hard tonight, but I wasn’t moved. And as if the universe knew where my mind truly was, I spotted a familiar face stepping into the club half an hour later.

Thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me, I quickly stood for a better look. And sure enough, it was Ms. Mosley, wearing a dress that had certain parts of her body completely exposed.

Fuckkk. I thought as I caught a glimpse of the large rose tattoo adorning her back. I nearly lost my muthafuckin’ mind seeing her like that.

chapter five.

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