Page 39 of Welcome to the Table
I laughed because that nigga could be on some set up shit.
“For real. Bring yo’ ass or Imma come get you,” he said and disconnected the call.
I forgot this nigga had my location. I would be sure to take his shit and turn it off. He didn’t need to know my every fucking move. I thought about it for a second and decided to join my brother because one of us needed a level head. I threw my Spider in reverse, hit the gas pedal, and backed all the way down the dirt road until I got to the highway. I headed to Spades to watch this nigga because he couldn’t watch himself.
I pulled up to the club, and it was more packed than usual, but I didn’t think anything of it. The valet rushed to open the door for me to get out. They knew what it was when I stepped out. The line was long as fuck, but I wouldn’t be the one standing in it. I handed the nigga my keys and three hundred dollars. Bitches were screaming my name like I was a celebrity, and I hated that shit. Pulling on my jacket and shit. I hated whenpeople touched me. I walked past them, ignoring the noises that surrounded me. I wanted to turn around and go to my car, but I knew Hellcat was waiting for me.
I made it to the door, and the music vibrated through my body. The cold, fresh air hit my face, giving me a chill that I embraced. The bass made my ears ring, but I ignored it as I maneuvered through the club in search of my brother. I looked above the crowd and noticed Hellcat standing on the sofa in the VIP section with a bottle in his hand and Hollygrove trying to pull the nigga down. I laughed on the inside because that nigga was having the time of his life while my mind was in shambles.
I went to the velvet rope that blocked off the stairs leading to the section. The security guard looked at me, and no words needed to be spoken. He unhooked it and let me through. I took the stairs two at a time until I made it to them.
“My big fucking brother in this bitch. Y’all better show him some love!” Hellcat yelled at the strippers in our section, and I knew it was about to be some shit.
He knew how I felt about those sweaty, hot, sticky ass bodies touching all over me. One of the women pulled a chair in the middle of the floor while the other pushed me slightly to sit. I looked at Hollygrove as he laughed, but I didn’t find shit funny. There were three of them, and I knew if I threw money and told them to get the fuck on, they wouldn’t listen, so I just let them do their thing, feeling cringy on the inside.
One was behind me, blowing her hot ass breath on the side of my face, while the other was in front of me, on her knees, rubbing my thighs. The third girl straddled me, and my head fell back. They probably thought they were making my dick hard, but I was dying on the inside. I reached inside my jacket pocket and pulled out four knots of money. Their eyes lit up like fucking Christmas. I knew that’s what they wanted, and I was about to throw that shit so they could get the fuck off me.
When the redbone straddled my lap, that was all I could take. I lifted her by the waist and threw her to the floor. She looked like she wanted to say something, but the look of death that I gave her zipped her fucking lips. I untwisted the knots and threw them all over her.
“You didn’t have to do my girl like that,” one of the dancers yelled above the music.
I was about to stand, but Hollygrove jumped in quick. He grabbed the girl’s shoulder.
“Nah, bitch, this ain’t it. Do you know who the fuck you talking to? Beat yo’ fucking feet. Pick y’all money up and get the fuck out of this section before you don’t leave out this bitch alive.”
The other dancers heard and hurried to get the money from the floor and leave the section. I laughed.
“Nigga, you just can’t have a good time, huh?” He shook his head, laughing.
“You know how I feel when bitches be touching all over my fucking body, all sweaty and shit. They didn’t have to do all that. Just dance and keep it moving. But if I had snapped the bitch’s neck for straddling my lap, I would have been the fucking bad guy.
“My bad. I forgot how yo’ ass can get when you're sober. Calm down, nigga. We just want to have fun. You all tense and shit,” Hollygrove told me, but my face didn’t change.
He walked away and got me a cup, poured me some drink, and handed me a blunt. I smelled the rim of the cup, and he laughed.
“Nigga, it ain’t me who put that shit in your drink last time. That was yo’ brother with the bullshit.” He walked away from me.
Everything around me got quiet. I toked my blunt and sipped my drink, being careful to watch my surroundings. With the shitFrenchy had just pulled, I didn’t know where that nigga was or even if he left the fucking state. I needed my head on a swivel because I knew this nigga had ulterior motives. My eyes swept the room while everyone had fun dancing and drinking around me. I couldn’t afford a slip up.
One stripper danced in front of me. She was beautiful, and if I wanted to take someone home tonight, it would have been her, but I wasn’t on that type of time. She was nice to look at and to let dance on me, but that was about it. My mind was still stuck on Klarity and what the fuck happened at my parents’ house, and it didn’t sit too well with me. Come the next day, I would put my boots on the ground to look for her because this was the woman I wanted to have my last name.
I was mid-sip when I noticed that everybody was moving to one side of the club. Shit wasn’t normal. They looked frightened, almost as if they were playing the fucking mannequin challenge. I walked toward the balcony. I didn’t have to turn around to know that Grove was to my left and Hellcat had sobered up and was to my right. I leaned over the balcony to see why the fuck people were scattering like roaches, and the fucking music had stopped in the fucking club that we owned. I surveyed the empty space and noticed that no one was there. I looked toward the entrance and heard Hellcat’s blades swinging.
“What the fuck are they doing here? Why the fuck are they even in the United States?” I heard Hellcat grit behind me.
I didn’t want to tell him about the shit that happened earlier because I handled that. These motherfuckers just didn’t understand when their company was no longer needed. I turned to give them a look, then I searched the crowd for my people camouflaged in the background. A smirk graced my face because this nigga had to be ready to die, and I would deal with the other shit later. I nodded, and we made our way to the steps and walked down them like the gangstas we were because this wasour shit, and the shit they were trying to pull was disrespectful. I didn’t give one fuck what they were doing to help Melph. This was our shit, and they were not about to run us out. I walked in the front.
When we made it to the bottom of the stairs, I noticed Frenchy and some of his minions walking in. I was heated but wouldn’t show it. I stepped in front of him with Hellcat and Hollygrove on each side of me. I stepped forward.
“The fuck you doing in my club, you bitch ass nigga? You supposed to be across the water right now,” I told him, and he laughed, pissing me off even more.
“Last time I checked, this was a free country, and I can go where I please, and since we will become partners?”
I cut him off. This third world country ass nigga was tripping.
“Partners? Nigga, what the fuck you really talking about?” Hellcat stepped up and asked. His knife in hand, ready for whatever.
“I see your father didn’t tell you what is going on. In exchange for our protection, we can distribute your establishments with our product through every avenue that is owned by the Black Guerrilla Mafia,” he said with a cocky grin on his face.
