Page 60 of Reckless Forever
Trouble told them what Sanchez had just called and what he had told him. Now the plan had gone from us having a bachelor party to us going to the bachelorette party and figuring out what the fuck was going on.
I walked through the condo to find Hollow. “Ay, we're about to go out for a second. We have some business to handle. Make sure nothing happens, and everybody is out if we don’t come back.” He nodded, and we hopped into the truck.
Smoke fogged the windows of the truck as we all sat inside, blunts still in rotation and cups in our hands. Trouble sat in the driver’s seat, Zo on the passenger side, and me and Jax in the backseat. Being in this position made me think about all the times when Moms forced Trouble to let me hang with him and Jax. But this time we were on a mission.
“We just gone pull up and look. If they're not doing anything too crazy, we let them hang and go back to the condo.” Jax said. His voice slowed, and I knew the weed was probably getting to him. He was the only one of the four of us who didn’t smoke.
“Aight,” Trouble agreed, but turned the curb like he was driving a getaway car.
“How much cash y’all got on y’all?” I asked before they all looked at me crazy. Neither of them said anything.
“I bet twenty thousand that when we get there, somebody’s going to be standing on the couch. And I’ll bet it’s Storm.”
“I’ll go in on that,” Jax chuckled.
“Me too,” Zo said as he exhaled.
“My wife don’t do that no more, clown ass niggas. I’ll bet you fifty it’s not her.” He chuckled.
“Bet,” I said just as he slowed across the street from the lounge that they had reserved for the night.
He cut the engine, and we watched them through the tints. And even though we all agreed to let them hang, we had to stop Trouble from blowing our cover twice already, and we had only been there for fifteen minutes. Storm was taking shots like water and handing them to everybody who passed by. They were outside this lounge, music could be heard down the street, and they had a section outside on the terrace.
“Jax, your wife just took a waterfall out of a tequila bottle,” Zo said as he looked across the street, eyes wide at the shit happening across from us. “See, Rem be on some chill shit, she won’t do me like this,” He continued. Sounding like a prayer more than a statement.
Remy had been occupied by something on her phone, but she had been around us way too long, and he knew better. All of them were just alike, especially when they were together. And they were about to turn Ivy out.
Ivy had been the calmest, wearing this white dress and a short veil. I could see her mouth open like she was screaming, so I cracked the window. All the way across the street, I could hear her laughter. They were drunk out of their minds and having a good time.
The bartenders came over with drink towers, and I was damn near ready to intervene at that point. Ivy’s little ass was only so big that she was going to end up with alcohol poisoning.
I pulled from the blunt, a slow drag as we all kept our eyes trained on the women. Whenever we were out, we always kept our guard up. But at the moment, neither of us was concerned with danger. Didn’t check our surroundings, look in the rearview mirror, nothing. Just tunnel vision on them.
There must have been a song change. Remy, out of nowhere, put her phone in her bag, jumped out of her seat, and stood on it.
“Ahhhhh!” We all hollered as Zo put his hand on the doorknob. I pulled him back by his shoulder to stop him.
“Give me my fucking bread.” Trouble gritted as we all reached into our pockets to pay him.
“My baby done grew up, she ain’t like that no more.” He bragged just as Storm used Kennedy’s shoulder to steady herself and got on the couch too. We all broke into laughter again.
“Nigga, if we had waited one minute,” Jax chuckled.
“I don’t give a damn, y’all said first.” He chuckled as we watched them all dance to the music.
I scoffed, “And why the fuck is my girl dancing, she ain’t never even heard this shit. They don’t play this nigga in Bolivia.”
The whole truck broke out laughing, but I was dead ass. Jax held on to me, and tears fell from his eyes, nigga didn’t even smoke, but just by being inside the truck, he was higher than me when I smoked the weed from the coca farm.
Storm leaned out of the section, still on the couch, and passed shots to a couple walking by like she was expecting them.I chuckled as I looked around the seat at Trouble’s jaw twitching. The nigga couldn’t do nothing but watch her have a good time.
Then a drunk girl stumbled into the section. We all sat up straight and watched. But relaxed when they didn’t turn her away. She came with the same energy that they were on; she even had a bottle of her own.
A second later, they all got on the couch. And I told Ivy that if she stood on a couch, it was a wrap for her night. I kept tapping my knee, trying to figure out if I wanted to show my ass now or later. But I chilled because I kept thinking that she deserved this moment after all the shit that she had been through in Bolivia. She deserved to be loud, wobbling, and giving drinks to random people.
They had gotten the attention of the people inside the lounge, and they all came toward the terrace to hype them up. Storm stepped down and was on drink duty; she was handing those bitches out like Oprah. By the time Storm left, everybody was going to be blacked out drunk.
From the crowd, a drunk man made his way to the front. He eventually went into the section. They just let him chill, but when he said something to Rem and she pushed his face, we were all out the door with guns in hand, and across the street. Our doors opened and closed so fast, I don’t even think the lights on the inside had time to come on.
