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I switched my thoughts to Hollygrove. He was so quiet, sexy, but dangerous. His features had changed over the years. His dreads had grown from chee wees to mid-back dreads, and it turned me on. I didn’t understand my internal feelings toward him, but I knew I wanted him. Whether it be for one time or a long time, I was ready to ride his ride. His muscular build and the fact that he could handle business without using words were a turn-on. I had kept my feelings at bay for too long, and it was time to act on them.
I was glad that I was about to get my first dose of what I had missed in my absence. They said to stay in the car, but they had to know I wouldn’t listen. I wanted to be in the business, and the wink Hellcat gave me confirmed what I already knew. It was time for some action.
Chapter 14
Hellcat
Iwas gon’ handle this shit with my two hittas with me. Calliope didn’t need to get his hands dirty because I knew he was stirring up some shit on top of dealing with the shit with Klarity, but I couldn’t care less about that dead bitch. She was probably a snake anyway. I knew my sister had a thirst for blood, just like me, but she was quiet with her shit. But now that Melph was gone, it was up and stuck. I didn’t want her in this shit because she could easily become a casualty, but I knew she could protect herself with or without me. I taught her everything she needed to know about knives because she said a gun was too heavy.
I was in deep thought about the phone call that I got when we were sitting in the car. One of my hittas, Nino, called to notify me that a few Colombian looking niggas were in the club handing out lil baggies of coke. Motherfuckers didn’t listen. We didn’t even seal the deal, and they wanted to go over our head and get shit started. My hand started twitching as my leg shook because I wanted to have a peaceful day with the shopping and shit, but motherfuckers always wanted to test my fucking gangsta. They were about to find out.
My mind also went to Raven. I wanted her bad as fuck, but something about her had me hesitant to fuck with her. That nigga was all in her face, and who the fuck was he? I didn’t know if I could trust her, but I would in due time. I was drawn to her, and I couldn’t explain the shit. I needed to find out who that nigga was before I went with my move. My mind was running a mile a minute. I hadn’t even realized that we were behind the club.
“Nigga is you present, or do you need a minute to gather yourself?” I heard Hollygrove say, and I snapped out of my thoughts.
“He's ready,” Jaci said from the backseat.
I didn’t answer and hopped out of the car. Hollygrove hopped out too, and I saw his two guns in his back.
“You stay yo’ ass here. If we take more than twenty minutes, you know what to do,” I told Jaci, and she nodded.
She was always willing to ride, but I always kept her hidden so they wouldn’t see her coming. My secret weapon. A lot of people didn’t even know we had a little sister, but I guess they were about to find out if these niggas didn’t stop trying to mark our territory.
We walked in through the back door that led to a secret path to a soundproof room. I texted Nino, letting him know to meet us there to discuss what the fuck was going on. Hollygrove stood off to the side in the dark as I stood under the light that hung from the ceiling. I had my arms crossed over my chest, waiting for him to come through the heavy door. I heard the click and knew it was him.
Nino was someone I could trust to run shit smoothly in the club during my absence. He was the lieutenant for this club and handled the day-to-day, so we wouldn’t have to. He walked up with his dreads covering his face and chains hanging from his jeans with a plain black tee. The nigga’s pupils were black, andI knew he had death creeping inside him. His skin was charcoal black, and on a regular day, his eyes were hazel, but not today. He was in kill mode. He walked straight to me and stopped. I knew the nigga had guns all over his body.
“I know that nigga Grove somewhere around. What’s up, nigga?”
He didn’t speak back, and I wanted to laugh. I waved my hand around to cut the fucking pleasantries.
“What’s good, Nino? What you got for me?” I asked him.
“Boom, I come into Hustlers, and I notice all the fucking dancers moving slow as fuck. I looked around, and I didn’t notice any regulars, so that put me on high alert. I grabbed one of the strippers off the main stage and took her to the back. I looked in her eyes, and her pupils were dilated. It wasn’t from no fucking pills either,” he said, and I was losing the little cool I had left.
“Nigga, keep fucking talking. I got shit to do,” I told him.
“I asked the bitch what the fuck she was on, and she pulled a little baggie out the back of her bra strap and put it in my hand. There was a black Scorpion on it, so I knew it wasn’t from down this way. I dragged her back to the bar, and she pointed out the bartender who gave it to her,” he finished, and my skin grew hot.
These mutts really were trying me like a war wouldn’t start before they could get a fucking seat, but I had something for their asses.
“Bring the fucking bartender to me now!” I yelled.
This was the shit I paid motherfuckers to do. This nigga shouldn’t even be still serving drinks. I grabbed the chair to my left, and Grove came out of the shadows with the fucking duct tape.
“They are going too far, and we about to make an example and send a fucking message. The meeting will go as planned,but we got a trick for their asses. They wanna play, then let the games begin,” Grove said with a grin on his face.
This nigga had transformed. I loved this shit with my nigga with me. That shit was like an adrenaline rush. Shit made my dick hard. I heard a thud, and Nino walked down the stairs, dragging the bartender with him, kicking and screaming.
“Put this nigga in the chair,” I told Nino.
I couldn’t see the bartender’s face, but I would when he sat down.
“Please, man, don’t kill me. I was just sent to do a job,” he said.
I laughed. He just told on himself. Made my job a little easier.
“I didn’t ask you shit yet, and you already telling, but who the fuck are you?” I asked, then looked at Nino. “How the fuck this nigga got a fucking job anyway? You know to come to me first before hiring anybody. All the fucking bartenders are female, so why did you hire this nigga?” I had to hear his answer.
