Page 50 of Too Many One Nights

“Okay, gentlemen. We’ll be in touch. You’ll have the same amount of time to look over everything, just as Maseo. Once it’s returned, we’ll be in touch,” my pops instructed. He knew I hated being challenged and that fake ass CSI looking muthafucka was pissing me off.

The trio got up to leave with Emilio’s bitch ass eyes trained on me.

“You know I’m killing that nigga, right?”

“At least wait until he fucks up, and trust me, he will.”

Ignoring what my pops said, I got up to leave. I wasn’t planning on being gone all day since I left so early. I still had to go by Vault and Linc’s.

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The crowd at Vault wasn’t that thick, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t making money. It simply meant that I wouldn’t be here long. I made my way through the crowd so that I could find Tahra. I found her standing by the craps table. She smirked as I approached her.

“Hey, Buck. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. You’ve been spending all your time at Linc’s that you’ve forgotten about me.” I didn’t miss the lust in her eyes as she spoke.

“I’on need to show my face every day for muthafuckas to do their job, and if you need to be micromanaged, you can get the fuck on so I can hire somebody who can do their job and not be in my fuckin’ business.” I snarled.

Her face contorted into a frown. “Really, Buck? You get a bi—” I didn’t even give her time to finish her insult before I was squeezing the life out of her jaws.

“Speak on my girl again, and I’m gone replace your teeth wit’ a pair of dice. You understand?”

She nodded.

“Good, now get the fuck out my face and do your fuckin’ job.” I watched as she scrambled away as I continued to make my rounds.

“Aye, Buck. Let me holla at you.” I turned around to see who was crazy enough to be calling my name out like that. My scowl deepened when I saw it was Boom.

“The fuck you calling my name that fuckin’ loud for like I owe you money or some shit?”

“You do,” he stated.

I rubbed my hand over my face in an attempt to calm my damn nerves before I broke this nigga’s face in half. “The fuck you mean, I do?” I crossed my arms across my chest and waited for his bullshit ass explanation.

“I know y’all rigged that fight with Juke. Y’all knew that nigga couldn’t beat me.”

I couldn’t hold my laughter in if I wanted to because ain’t no way he was serious.

“Nigga, you mad because you got yo’ ass beat?” I laughed. “You better take that ‘L’ and get out my fuckin’ face ‘fore I beat yo’ ass for free.” It wasn’t any need to stand there and listen to his ass. I had shit to do and a woman to get home to. That was delayed by this dumb muthafucka, putting his gah damn hands on me.

Bam!

I turned around quickly and knocked that nigga on his ass.

“You might wanna give up fightin’ since you got more losses than wins. The next time you try some pussy ass shit like that, the next hit gone be wit’ some hollow tips. If you thought the hit I gave you hurt, watch what I do wit’ them.” I hit his ass again just as he was about to get up just because he had pissed me off. I didn’t even feel like going to Linc’s now. I’d text Kasha and let her know I wasn’t coming and then Stacks so he can handle the money for me. I was taking my ass home with my family where the fuck I belonged.

When I walked inside my penthouse, the aroma of something that smelled good as fuck crept up my nose. I walked further and turned the corner to find Goldie in the kitchen. As of late, all she wore in the house was a sports bra and boy shorts, and I not one complaint. She smiled when she saw me, which caused me to do the same.

Circling my arms around her, I kissed her neck. “All I had to do was fire you to come home to a hot meal?” I smiled. She nudged me, but I never let her go.

“Asshole. I cooked before.”

“Not nothing that smelled like this. What is it anyway?” I peeped in the pot and saw her stirring some meat.

“It’s honey barbecue chicken. I cooked jasmine rice to go with it and honey butter biscuits.” My stomach growled at the sound of all of that.

“Damn, that shit sounds as good as it smells. Let me go shower so I can enjoy it, then this.” I cupped between her legs, causing her face to flush.

It didn’t take me long to shower, and by the time I made it back to the kitchen, Goldie was setting our plates on the table.

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