Page 112 of Perfect Rhythm
Shade pulled me into his arms and gave me a gentle squeeze. “Chill, Nyx, I’m still here and everything’s cool.”
“Mmhmm, I hear you.” I wasn’t done with my questions. “Now, what’s the real deal between you and Enzo? Why do y’all have beef?”
He let out a heavy sigh, like he didn’t want to say it, but he did anyway.
By the time Shade finished telling that story, I could barely hold it together.
“Damn,” Skye said. “I’ve heard things, but I didn’t know it was like that.”
“Well, well, well...what the fuck do we have here?”
The unexpected voice cut through the room like a blade.
I turned slowly, my stomach sinking when I saw who it was standing near the entrance.
Mecca.Eyes bloodshot. Swagger off. That slow, uneven step.
Yeah...this night was about to spiral fast.
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“What the hell are you doing here?” Skye shot up from her seat. “Are you following me?”
Mecca didn’t answer.
Eyes red and twitching, he locked in on Ocean. “So what’s good? You fucking my old bitch now?”
Shade stepped in fast. “Yo, Mecca, Chill. We talked about this shit earlier. Let it go.”
Ocean stood up slow, his grin cocky and dangerous. “Nah, nigga. But if Iwashitting that, you wouldn’t even have to ask. You’d feel that shit in your chest every time she moaned my name, hoe ass nigga.”
“Alright, alright. Chill.” Shade slid between them. “This isn’t the time or the place. Mecca, get whatever you came here to get and leave.”
“Why the fuck would I leave? I’m the reason Skye even knows about this spot. If having me here is such a problem, y’all leave.”
“Gladly.” Skye grabbed her coat and strutted toward the door.
“I’m not going no motherfucking where,” Ocean growled, his gaze still trained on Mecca.
“Please, Ocean,” Skye pleaded. “Let’s just go. He’s not worth the energy.”
“Oh, so you leaving with this nigga?” Mecca questioned.
“That’s none of your concern.”
“The fuck it ain’t.” Mecca stepped toward her, but Ocean cut him off, blocking his path like a wall.
“Make another move, and I swear on everything I love, they’ll be scraping what’s left of you off the fucking pavement.”
The air went still.
Shade looked stuck, unsure whether to step in again, or let it play out.
That temper ran in their blood. But Ocean’s? His felt colder. Deadlier.
“You know what? Fine,” Mecca said, staring at Skye. “If this is how you want to play it, go ahead.”
