Terri was very petite in her size, standing about 5’1 and weighing approximately 140 pounds. Her jet black hair was short, and she wore it in soft flat curls that framed her honey brown face. Terri was a beautiful woman that could have any man that she desired, but she had been dogged out by so many men in her life that she no longer wanted to deal with them anymore. Period. Well… at least, for right now, she didn’t.
Her first love was a guy named Kevin, whom she started dating back when we were in high school, and at one point in time in their lives, they were genuinely in love with one another. Once he received his football scholarship to Florida State, the uppity nigga left and forgot that she even existed. After his sophomore year, he was suspended for failure to keep up his grades and was forced to move back to Cuthbert. Even after his return, he still didn’t reach out to Terri. It didn’t matter anyway, because by then, she had met and fell in love with a nigga named Kilo, a local dope boy who was constantly in and out of jail. He took damn good care of her, but couldn’t keep his ass out of jail long enough for them to grow in their relationship. He ended up getting life without parole on a murder charge, and it was entirely too much for her to handle, so she had no other choice but to move on with her life. They both agreed that it was the best thing for her to do.
Last but not least, there was her baby daddy, Tray. Now Tray, was the worst of all men she had ever dated, in my opinion. That nigga couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for a whole hour if you paid him 50 g’s to. Don’t believe me? Try it. Every other day, it was some shit with him. While they were together, Terri had to deal with multiple fights with different bitches, restricted phone calls, and four baby mamas. After two years of being together, Terri became the fifth baby mama and said fuck that shit. She was leaving his ass alone for good. Even now, they still bumped heads from time-to-time, but it was more about their daughter, Tramoni.
By the time Terri made it back over to the bar where we were, Dola’s other cousin, Syrius, had joined us, and was occupying Terri’s seat. She leaned in to him and yelled in his ear over the music.
“Excuse me, you’re in my seat.” She said, loud but civilly.
“I can’t hear you, Ma. What you say!?” He yelled back to her, knowing damn well he had heard her perfectly clear. Hell, I had heard her, and I wasn’t even a part of their conversation. So what. Yeah, I was ear hustling!
“I said, you’re in my seat!” She reiterated, leaning in towards him again with her hands on his shoulder.
“Well, sit on my lap then!” He yelled back to her with a sexy smile, but eventually, stood up to let her sit down.
“What? You ain’t wanna sit in my lap?” He asked, flirtatiously.
“Nope!” She rejected, seeming to be adamant by Syrius’ coquettish ways.
“Why not?” He asked in a serious tone.
“Because… I like pussy!” She flashed a quick, but friendly smile, thinking that he would get the picture and carry on. Too bad it didn’t work.
“Shiiiiid, I like pussy, too!” Syrius smiled, rubbing his hands together.
I almost got strangled off of my own saliva trying not to laugh at his satirical reply. Terri cut her eyes at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of my drink. Hey, at least the nigga was being honest. That’s some honesty for yo’ ass right there! I laughed in my mind.
Dola, Ruth, and Sy later led us back to their VIP section with them. Dola felt as if we needed to get more acquainted with one another, and I was all game. Shit, I was a single woman, and Lord knows I had been wanting that nigga since his name took supremacy of the streets. The only nigga that I had been messing around with lately was a lame ass guy named Nate that lived next door in my apartment complex. He was nowhere near on the same level as Dola. He was someone that I would just call on to dick me down properly whenever I was horny.
You would’ve thought somebody had stepped in a pile of dog shit before they came to the club the way that the females turned their nose up at us when we walked pass them on the arms of the most notorious niggas in city. Even while sitting in the VIP area, the hate towards us was evident and, definitely, real. The fact that they were envious of us made it even more intriguing to watch. While in VIP, Dola introduced us to the rest of his crew, and they were no different than him.
You see, Dola wasn’t like most boss niggas who stood out from the rest of their crew. Even though it was known that he was the head of their crew, he blended in well, and that’s what I liked about him. All of his of homeboys looked like money, including the ugly ones. His whole team was winning, and you could tell that everybody stomachs were full, because they were eating good.