“Nonie, you chilling with Royce after we leave here?” Kizzie asked as I took a mental note of everything that we needed to handle before we called it for the night.
Johns had already paid us in cash and settled up on the bill for the club, so we were pretty much in the clear to leave. I just liked to make sure everything was under control before I left one of our events.
“The heck if I know. Siah is probably going to have him tied up all night doing some irrelevant shit that could have waited. He only pulled that little stunt to make sure he wasn't around me.”
I looked across the club and caught sight of Siah, who had two new hoes wrapped around his body. True to form, he was high as a kite, but still puffing. I swear he just didn't care. That was good for me because it meant that he was likely going home with a few of the tricks that were around him. At least he wasn’t likely to pop up on me.
“Girl, I don't get it. Siah don't want you with nobody else, but he won't act right to save his life. You know what I say, fuck him. Oh, wait, you already did, and that’s why he be blocking your ass like Serge Ibaka be blocking shots for OKC.” Kizzie laughed at her own joke, but I shoved her in the back and she almost fell over.
“Damn, hoe, don't get mad at me ’cause you gave that crazy man your cookie and now he acts like you belong to him.”
“It's not that simple, and you know it, Kizzie.”
“Whatever, I’m too damn tipsy to have this conversation with you right now, so let's just call it and we’ll do this shit tomorrow when we’re both sober.” Kizzie threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek.
“You good to drive home, boo?” I asked after she released me.
“Yeah, I’m cool. What about you, love bug?”
“I’m Gucci, boo.” I smiled at Kizzie before tucking my purse under my arm and looping mine through hers.
We strutted to the front of the club, catching the attention of men and women, pulling in both positive and negative energy. Females hated us and men wanted us, but we were used to it. It had always been that way, and it wasn't about to change now.
I climbed in my Benz and started the engine, then pulled my phone out to check my messages before I left the parking lot. I had a text from Royce telling me that he had to drive out to Hawthorne Ave, and would be there all night, so he’d catch up with me later. That pissed me off because I knew Yosiah did that just to make sure I didn't kick it with Royce after I left the club.
He was good for shit like that. Royce was on his team, but I knew Royce before I knew Siah. Actually, Royce was the reason I even knew Yosiah. He took me with him once to pick up money and deliver it to Siah. He left me in the car, but Siah walked him out, and that was the first time we laid eyes on each other. Siah was the kind of man who went after what he wanted, and at the time, I was want he wanted. He tracked me down and pursued me until I finally gave in, and now here we are years later in our dysfunctional cycle.
Yosiah ran New Jersey, but most of his set ups were in the hood. I grew up in Elizabeth city, which technically was away from most of the areas that Siah ran. So, until he pursued me, I had never even heard of him. Royce was actually the first dope boy I had ever dealt with. I wasn't your standard good girl or anything like that, it just wasn't my thing.
I met Royce at the mall, and I had no idea what he did. Royce was a pretty boy and preppy looking, so when I found out he was a dope boy, needless to say I was shocked. Siah, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Royce, and the second I laid eyes on him it was over. He was cocky and confident, a chocolate dream, and I knew I was going to have him.
Yosiah was just sexy in a rugged kind of way. He was as hood as they came, but still classy. Siah was tall with a slim, muscular physique, which was perfectly cut and toned. His dark eyes and jet black hair gave him that ‘don't fuck with me’ kind of vibe. Siah also had two scars on his left jaw line from where he had been shot when he was a teenager, but it only added to his appeal. It was hard to be scared of a light skinned dude, so Royce and Siah were an interesting contrast.
From Siah’s perfectly toned arms and chest that were graced with the right amount of body art, to his slightly bowed legs, that I’m sure was due to the blessing that was between them, everything about this man screamed living, breathing, addiction. It was evident in the way he walked, talked, hell, simply the way he breathed, and I was an addict. Yep, my ass was sprung the second I laid eyes on him, but little did I know, Siah would end up being my worst headache.
He had tracked me down and forced his way into my life, not really giving a fuck that I was with Royce. I couldn't do Royce like that, so Siah and I kinda kicked it on the low, even after I finally walked away from what Royce and I had. Siah hated it, but he did it out of respect for me. I had damn near begged because Royce was cool, and he had always been square with me. But Siah was a drug, and after my first hit, I was addicted. Siah was trouble, though. Every female wanted him and every guy hated him, which was one reason why I never let anyone know that we were kicking it.