Page 68 of Stoplight
“Aye, nigga, come smoke one with me!” Wilde requested loudly as he wrapped his arm around Zayd.
He quickly pushed Wilde’s arm off him, making him laugh.
“You always acting weak. You gay, bitch!” Wilde snapped.
“Fuck you,” Zayd snarled, looking the other way.
“I don't know why your bitch-ass came.” Wilde shook his head. “You put this emotional nigga in charge for what? Look how he act.”
Noble angled his head. “You questioning my moves?”
“No, but you should’ve thought this shit out a lil’ longer ‘cause this nigga moves like a hoe.”
Zayd smirked. “Don't piss me off, nigga. I’ll fuck you up on your bitchday, punk.”
Noble and Vic laughed as Wilde waved his hand and walked off. TLM was all through the club, making it more rowdy than normal. Since Noble was in attendance, they kept the ratchet behavior to a minimum.
“What’s up, gang?”
Noble turned to his left and noticed Jovanis approaching. He didn’t even get a good look at him since his Pumpkin was closely behind him. Noble studied her like an exam, taking notice of the chocolate velvet body suit and toffee-toned wrap skirt. The split traveled all the way up to her hip, exposing her toasted brown leg.
Noble hated the position he’d put himself in. Not being able to grab Irish and suck on her lips was almost torturous for him. And what made it worse was that she hadn’t given him any eye contact. She looked the other way as if he wasn’t there.
“What’s up, nigga?” Noble finally greeted Jovanis, giving him a handshake.
“Shit, where Wilde’s ass at?”
“He was just over here.”
Noble’s gaze returned back to Irish. She had reached for Jovanis’ hand, prompting his jaw to clench.
“Oh, a’ight, I’m ‘bout to take her to the bar to get a drink.”
Noble nodded, watching him usher Irish out of the section. She still hadn’t given him eye contact, which only incensed him further.
“She so mothafuckin’ bad,” Zayd noted. “I know that nigga don't know what to do with her.”
He don't but I do…
“Noble’s ass was peepin’ her when she was at the lounge, too,” Vic revealed. “You know how he get when he see his prey.”
Zayd chortled. “Naw, I know bro ain't on that type of time. Noble don't take niggas’ bitches. Stop playing with my brother.”
Zayd’s words sobered Noble up a bit. Everyone knew he moved with grace and respect for the most part. What would they think when they found out that he was fucking Jovanis’ wife? The circumstances wouldn’t matter, only the offense. Losing respect was one of Noble’s worst fears. Not just with TLM but within his family as well.
“Nah, cuz ain't on that but he be looking.” Nuke chuckled.
“Shit, I’ma look, too.” Zayd grinned. “Her fine ass better stay out the way ‘cause I don't give a fuck about Jovanis.”
Noble smacked his lips. “Nigga, you wouldn’t know what to do with that.”
He was well versed in the anatomy of Irish. Pussy that good was only reserved for boss niggas like Noble.
“What?” Zayd scrunched his face. “I guarantee I do.”
“Yeah, a’ight,” he said with doubt.
Noble grabbed his phone from his lap and went to Irish’s name. He had to send her a text because one thing Noble hated was to be ignored.
