Page 12 of Perfect Rhythm
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yeah, see you tonight.” I waved him off without a second thought and rushed upstairs to my bedroom.
As soon as I was inside, I shut the door behind me and plopped down on the edge of the bed.
Nyx: I definitely enjoyed my birthday. I hope you did too.
6
NYX
“Mmhmm, I knew her ass would still be here,” Skye said as she slid her French tip nails along the black Mercedes that was in Mecca’s driveway. “I should fuck this car up right now.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” And I wasn’t just saying that because it was his shit. I had too much love for a car like that to allow her to cause it harm. “Where’s Mecca’s security?” I questioned while looking around the premises. Considering who Mecca was, there was no reason we should’ve been able to get to him so easily.
She laughed. “Somewhere taking a shit like I told them to.”
“What?” I frowned.
“Honey, I’ve got their ass on lock. His security team is a damn joke. Flash them a little cash, throw in some women, weed, and liquor…they’ll do whatever I tell them to do. That’s how I got access to Mecca’s surveillance in the first place.”
I froze, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”
“Dead ass.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Girl, if this was Shade’s house, Trace would’ve probably blown our heads off before we made it onto the property.”
“Oh, trust me, I know. That’s why I’m glad Mecca’s dumb ass went the cheap route. The people that work for him are incompetent as hell, and they’ll do anything for a little cash on the side.”
“I see.”
When we made it to the porch, Skye kneeled down and slid her hand under a stone lion statue. I stared as she pulled a key from beneath it.
“That was way too easy,” I whispered.
“Yep. Niggas like him always make it too easy.” She glided the key into the door.
“So, what exactly is the plan?”
“Simple, we’re just going to go in and say hi.”
“Go in and say hi? Skye that’s not a plan. That’s?—”
Before I could finish, she pushed the door open and strolled inside like she owned the place.
The entryway was massive. Tall ceilings, crystal chandeliers and marble floors took over the space. Oh, and a big ass portrait of Mecca holding wads of cash while iced out, hung on the wall. It was beyond over the top. But that was Mecca. Doing the most was his specialty.
“Come on,” Skye called over her shoulder as she walked down the long hallway.
I hurried behind her and tried not to trip over my feet.
Laughter echoed in the distance, making my stomach drop. I was hoping they were still asleep. Walking in on them going at it was going to set Skye off even more.
Finally, we made it to the bedroom. But instead of going inside, Skye stood in the doorway, silently watching.
Mecca lounged against the headboard while the girl straddled him, her full hips rotating slowly as he gripped her ass.
Their moans filled the room.
