Page 8 of City of Gods

“Nah,” I said, clearing my throat and sitting up straighter in the chair. “But that’s the thing, as much of a lying ass snake I think Sanai is, something about how adamant she was that night keeps popping up in my head.” I passed a hand over my face and glanced up when the waitress came to our table with a smile on her face.

“Hi, can I get you guys anything?” She flashed a bright smile around the table but lingered on Maasai.

“You can give me your number and your IG. Let me follow you on something.” I rubbed my hands together and looked behind her at the ass she was working with.

“Goddamn, Breeze can we have a meeting without you trying to pull women?” Sai groaned.

“I’m just saying. She’s fine as fuck. Every time she comes over here, she’s smiling. I’m trying to see what’s up.” My mood lifted once a beautiful woman was around me. I couldn’t help myself. Once the spotlight was on me, I performed.

“Well, thank you,” the server blushed. “But I’m just doing my job.” She was a pretty little thing with caramel skin and wild golden curls that framed her heart-shaped face. Her body was insane, too. I was trying to wrap my hands around that tight little waist later on.

“Ignore my little brother,” Maasai said.

“Yeah, fuck that nigga. I just wanted to add on another ten-piece. Parmesan and garlic. All flats. Please.” Hakim smiled up at her and she laughed a little.

“Okay. Got it. Anything else?” She watched him and stole glances at me then Maasai.

“I’m still trying to figure out why you haven’t given me your number,” I quipped, kicking my foot up and resting my ankle on my knee.

“Because you’re really arrogant,” she chuckled, turning away from me.

“Okay, but you can’t front on how fine I am, though. Your boy is killing it.” I smoothed my beard and she let out an exasperated sigh but I caught the soft laugh she gave me.

“You’re okay,” she purred, looking at me over her shoulder.

“There we go. Look, why don’t you think about it while you put his order in? If you’re fucking with me, then let me text you and take you out tonight.” Both Hakim and Maasai groaned and shoved insults at me under their breath.

“Oh my god.” A giggle spilled from her mouth. “You’re so persistent.”

“I know. It usually works in my favor.”

“I can see why.” She was facing me again and letting her eyes roam over my body. “Let me get your brother’s food and I’ll think about it.”

“How you know he’s my brother?” I asked, tipping my chin up with a smile. She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth.

“Everyone knows who y'all are. The Godwin brothers. Maasai, Hakim, and you…” She pointed at me. “Are Breeze.”

“Very good. See, now, I think you deserve something special for that. Why don’t you come sit on my lap?” She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head.

“I’m at work. Doing my job, remember?”

“Oh, I remember. You do your job so well, too, sweetheart.” When she walked away, I leaned over the arm of my chair and looked at her ass jiggle in the black slacks she wore.

“How? How the fuck do you get women to just go along with whatever dumb shit comes out of your mouth, Breeze?” Maasai questioned, laughing.

“I’m smooth, man. They can’t deny that shit.”

“Well, work your magic and make her up my ten-piece to a twelve-piece,” Hakim snorted, scrolling through his phone.

“Goddamn, my nigga. Do you ever think about anything other than food?” I frowned at my older brother before eating more of my own food. I knew from experience that Hakim would absolutely snatch my plate if I left it unattended for too long.

“Food and money,” he answered, tossing a glance up at me.

“Alright, listen. We gotta figure this Junior shit out. I’ve hit up everyone I could think of and done everything short of asking the man outright.” Maasai was back to business, which didn’t surprise me. Out of the three of us, he was the practical business-minded one.

“At this point, let them come to us. That’s the only thing left to do.” I sat my fork down and moved my plate a little closer and away from Hakim.

“I agree,” Hakim nodded. When his eyes lifted, my gaze followed his and I saw the waitress coming back with his wings. I should have known the only thing he’d look at like that was food. She sat a piping hot plate of fresh garlic parmesan wings in front of him then looked at me.

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