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“Shit, mama. That shit sounds good coming out yo’ pretty ass mouth. Say that shit again for me, baby.”
I did, over and over, until I was shaking around him, cumming hard. He followed, groaning and cursing through his own release. Once I felt him stop thumping inside of me, he still didn’t move. He placed his forehead against mine, all while still breathing heavy and said. “Ain’t no question, Sophi. You’re mine, and I got you.”
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Juke
Tell ‘em, be humble (hol’ up), sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’)
Be humble (hol’ up), sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up), sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’)
Be humble (hol’ up), sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
It was fight night at Vault, and the crowd was already thick. Anytime I stepped in the ring, I was guaranteed to bring the crowd and the bag. The lyrics of Kendrick Lamar’sHUMBLE.blared through the speakers as I made it through the tunnel and into the arena. Voices filled the arena. Some yelling my name, some talking shit, others hyped to see me. Lights were hot, and cameras flashing. This was the shit I lived for.
I spotted Sophi right away. She was in the front row; legs crossed, with her eyes locked on me like she couldn’t see nobody else in the room. Shit made my chest feel heavy in the best way. I made it halfway to the ring before I stopped and motioned herover. She looked around like she wasn’t sure, then stood up and stepped close.
I leaned down, one glove under her chin, and kissed her slow enough for the whole place to catch it. “For good luck,” I told her, and the smirk she gave me damn near made me forget there was a fight to win.
Once I was in the ring, bouncing on my toes, Rell’s music hit—T.I.’sBring ‘Em Out. His people went crazy, hyping him up as he strutted down, mean-mugging like we already didn’t know he was here to prove something. I couldn’t wait to knock that shit off his face. The ref brought us to the center of the ring and rattled off the rules I’d heard a thousand times over. My eyes never left Rell’s. Once the rules were recited, we tapped gloves before going back to our respective corners.
The bell rang, and the first round started. Rell came out swinging heavy—trying to set the tone. I kept my guard high, made him miss, then worked his ribs when he got close. His jab was fast but predictable. Every time he stepped left, I tagged his body. By the end of the first round, he’d started breathing heavy.
The second round started, and I turned it up a notch. I doubled my jabs and slipped his hooks all while peppering his face until I saw evidence of the damage I was causing. He caught me once on the chin—enough to catch my attention. All that shit did was piss me off.
We were down to the third round, and I knew I had this shit. While my right hand kept finding his jaw, my left was digging into his ribcage. The crowd was on their feet, cheering and groaning with every punch that landed. Rell’s corner was screaming at him to move, but his legs were slowly giving out on him.
Once we were started the fourth round, I was ready for this shit to be over. I could’ve taken his ass out in the first round, but I wanted to give the crowd their monies worth. I feinted low,caught him with a clean uppercut that snapped his head back. I followed that up with a right hook that put him on his back. The ref started the count, but it was a waste of time. Rell was still trying to remember where he was by the time the ref made it ten. The bell rang, and the crowd erupted in a wave of cheers and insults as the ref lifted my hand to declare the victory. I looked over to where Sophi was now standing, clapping with that proud, dangerous smile that made me want to win every…single…time. The ref was still holding my wrist in the air when I caught her eyes again. Only this time, that proud smile was gone. Sophi’s face had gone stoic, and she was staring past me like she wasn’t even in the room anymore. The crowd noise faded in my head as I slipped out of the ring, ignoring MJ and Deion calling my name, and pushed through a couple of people until I was right in front of her.
“What’s wrong, L?” My gloves were still on, so I held her arms as best as I could.
She shook her head at first, eyes darting like she was trying to decide if she should even say it. Her hands were trembling, and that shit had me tight.
“Sophi,” I pressed, lowering my voice. “Talk to me, mama.”
Deion and MJ came up behind her, catching the vibe instantly. “What’s going on?” MJ asked, glancing between us.
Finally, her voice cracked. “I saw him.”
“Saw who?” I frowned.
Her eyes met mine, and my stomach dropped before she even said it. “Rio,” she whispered. “He was in the crowd. Just… staring at me.”
I searched her face. “The fuck? You sure?”
She nodded, slow but certain. “It was him.”
My eyes scanned the crowd—faces blurring together under the lights, but I didn’t see him. My jaw locked, and I looked toward Buck. He was posted up near the back, counting bills with a grinon his face. When he noticed me staring, he called out over the noise, “The fuck you all in my face for, nigga? I got yo’ gah damn money.” He smirked.
When I didn’t return his banter, his eyes darted between me and Sophi. The grin slid off his face and replaced with a sinister look. He finally read the shift in the room. “What happened?”
“Sophi said she saw that nigga in the crowd. I need you to check the cameras,” I revealed.
His head snapped in Sophi’s direction. “You sure it was that nigga?” he asked her.
She nodded.
