Page 6 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“What’s this for?”
“For getting you all upset and shit. That’s dude’s apology. It was either that or I beat his old ass. He was smart and chose the latter.” He smirked.
“In that case, thank you.”
“Aye, come up to VIP when you get done on stage. It’ll be worth it. I promise.” He licked his lips while surveying my body from head to toe.
“My time ain’t free,” I said for good measure.
“Good thing I ain’t no broke nigga. Don’t forget to come holla at your boy. Tell ’em Jersey said you good when you get up there.” I looked as he walked off like he knew he was the shit. I couldn’t believe this shit. Whoever this Jersey nigga was just stepped to me. A bitch was hype, but I wasn’t about to let it fuck with my money, so I got ready for my set so I could go see what Jersey and this VIP money was all about.
I did my set and killed it as usual. I was now back in the dressing room, freshening up before I went upstairs. I would never give a nigga the opportunity to talk about my hygiene. I started to head out when this one girl named Candy came in. This hoe didn’t like me, for whatever reason, and I didn’t know why, nor did I care. She rolled her eyes as I walked by, but I kept it moving. I didn’t have time to entertain her mad ass. Fuck her and her funky ass attitude. I made it through the thick crowd and up the stairs to VIP. I was stopped by the bouncer, and I told him just as Jersey instructed me, and my access was granted. I made my way over to the couch he was sitting on and just admired him along the way. He had this thuggish appeal that probably made any woman in his presence panties wet. The small braids he wore in his hair fit him to a “T”. His body was adorned in all black with a diamond chain around his neck and an iced-out watch on his wrist. His pinky bore a diamond pinky ring that set everything else off. I approached him, and his hooded eyes ran over my body before he smiled.
“I see you made it,” he announced.
“Yeah. I told you I had to get my set over first.”
“You killed that shit. Had a nigga thinking you were doing all that for me.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, blushing.
“What you drinking?” he asked.
“Remy.”
“Aight, bet. Sit and relax. You worked hard tonight. I ain’t ask you up here to dance.”
“I can’t be up here just chilling. I’m working, and Sway will have a fit,” I explained. I did not need Sway coming up here with his bullshit tonight.
“You let me handle Sway. I told you earlier, I got you.” I looked at him and decided to say, fuck it. I’d just deal with Sway’s ass when that time came. I was about to enjoy getting paid to sit on my ass and chill.
5
Jersey
This had to be the baddest chick I’d encountered in my life. Everything about her screamed, ‘I’m that bitch,’ but in a confident way. I watched as she took a seat next to me on the small couch. I glanced over and saw my brother Houston grinning hard at me. I just shook my head because I knew he would try to clown me later.
“So, you gone tell me your name, or do I have to call you Passion?”
“Passion is fine until I feel comfortable enough to give you my real name. I don’t know you like that.”
“I can respect it.”
“Passion, Sway said you have all of two seconds to start shaking yo’ ass before he comes up here.” We were interrupted by another dancer, who was obviously jealous of the fact that Passion was where she wanted to be.
“I told you. Let me go back down before he comes up here tripping and shit.”
“Nah, you good. Aye, tell Sway that she’s working this section tonight.”
“Why just her? You need me to keep you company, too?” ol’ girl asked, poking her exposed hip out.
“Nah, I’m straight. He can send some other girls though. You being too thirsty. I’on like needy bitches.”
“Nigga, I ain’t needy!” she snapped.
“But you are a thirsty bitch, so I’ll pass.” I went back to my conversation that I was having with Passion before I was rudely interrupted.
“Nigga, you ain’t shit for that.” My brother Memphis laughed.
