Page 35 of A Kingpin's Weakness
"Good enough to kill for, huh?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow with that same smart-ass tone she always used when she knew she had me.
"Stormi, the nigga not gon’ die from being shot in the hand."
"And if he does?"
"Then he a weak-ass nigga." I shrugged.
She blinked at me like she couldn’t believe I was serious. I was.
"You really can’t be serious."
"You got time to come to the club and talk to niggas, but you still can’t give me one date?" I asked, eyes locked on hers.
"Ari invited me last minute."
"But you ain’t had time to text back either?"
She rolled her eyes.
"What was that conversation between you and Ronnie?" I asked. I’d let it slide long enough.
“Seth, I’m really not trying to talk about that right now.”
Of course she wasn’t.
"What you drinking on?" I asked instead, signaling the waitress to come over.
“Two bottles of Patron and one of Henny,” I told her without breaking eye contact with Stormi. The waitress smiled too damn much. Stormi noticed.
"Should I shoot her in the eye since she couldn’t keep her eyes off you?"
"You want my gun?"
Stormi laughed and shook her head. “I can’t with you.”
“Shit, you asked. I know damn well you don’t got nothin’ in that small-ass purse but lip gloss and attitude.”
Before she could answer, Ari walked over and interrupted like she’d been waiting for the perfect moment.
“Let me borrow her for a moment,” she said, already pulling Stormi away.
I watched her go, eyes trailing the sway of her hips in that tight-ass dress. I had plans for that body, she just ain’t know it yet.
“The hand, though?” Rich came over and dropped into the seat next to me. “What happened to the head? You getting soft on me?”
“Fuck you, nigga.”
“Stormi got this man’s head gone,” Southside added, laughing as he slid over to join us. “Ain’t never seen Seth ready to risk it all over no chick before.”
I ignored them. The waitress came back with the bottles, and I pointed her toward Stormi. She was across the section, already taking back-to-back shots with one of Ari’s friends and singing Rod Wave like she wrote the damn song herself.
I leaned back and sipped my D’ussé, eyes still on her.
Yeah.
I needed all my attention tonight. Stormi was playing with fire, she just didn’t know who was holding the match.
“Yo, I’m part of this team, let me the fuck in!”
