Page 10 of Cove City, Volume II

“Gone fight me over a bitch. Fuck you! Fuck you!.

“I shouted as I walked through the streets.

Sleep hasn’t found me since running away from Pierre’s. After twenty-four hours of walking the streets, I could no longer keep my eyes open. My bike was left at Pierre’s, so I had to travel on foot, and the public bus had become my source of transportation. The places to lay my head were minimal, and going to Mali’s wasn’t an option. I had caught the bus a few miles away, trying to find some refuge somewhere, when I spotted Freak Gods. I knew it was the last place I needed to be, but because it was midday, the cover charge was only ten dollars, and finding a nice cozy spot in the back was the plan.

I need at least a good hour of sleep and right now, a little trap music and ass shaking would have to do. When I hopped off the bus, I removed the hood from my head as I moseyed my way up toward the door, but was stopped by the security guard. “ID,.

“he grumbled.

“Ah, man, I know the owner Foe,” I lied.

I knew Foe from seeing him once or twice, but I never interacted with him. I knew these lame niggas didn’t know that. He raised one brow before he grimaced at me.

“He ain’t here so again, nigga, ID.”

I stuck my hand in my pocket, pulled out my wallet, and handed him my ID. Once he searched me, I was finally inside. The orange lights swept throughout the club. The place was beyond my expectations, with mirrored walls and a stage featuring gold poles. Foe made sure to give an all-out experience throughout the club. It was definitely a lavish spot. There were a few heads inside, but nothing overwhelming. I noticed a spot in the corner, and I hurried toward it when a waitress stopped me.

“Four drinks minimum.”

I shot her a confused stare until she pointed at the wall. “Goddamn!.

“I shouted, then looked at her.

I knew I probably only had enough for two low-shelf drinks.

“Let me get the cheapest vodka you’ve got.”

She stared at me for a few seconds before going back toward the bar. I found a spot in the far back that held two chairs. I sat down, flipped my hood back on my head, and placed my head on top of my arms. It wasn’t as comfortable as I liked, but it worked well. The DJ came in on the mic loud as fuck.

“Ok, fellas, coming to the stage is one of our newbies. They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. She might be cool with me, but she’s Flex to you.”

I laughed between my arms.

“Corny nigga,.

“I mumbled.

When the music started, I was surprised because it was slow and sensual. I was used to the over-based out trap songs. My head slowly raised to see that her back was turned. She was slim but thick at the same time. Her skin was a little darker than chestnut, but between the lights and oil she had on, baby’s skin was glowing. Both her arms were covered in tattoos, and she had long braids. She slowly turned and swayed toward the edge of the stage. The orange lights focused on her and the shit was hypnotizing.

Sway roll, sway roll. Sway roll, sway roll.

She gripped the pole, moving her body like a snake.

Sway roll, sway roll. Sway roll, sway roll.

She had thick, juicy lips with black lipstick. Shorty was bad as fuck. For a minute, I thought she and I made eye contact. I ran my hand over my head and licked my lips. She began to do the come here motion when the waitress intervened, standing in front of me, placing the drinks on the table.

“Are you running a tab?”

I tried moving her out of the way until she swatted my hand.

“Don’t touch me. Tab or not?”

“I’m trying to see the stage.”

She turned to look at the girl, then back at me.

“Who Flex? Better not touch that, her nigga don’t play.”

She got a nigga huh? I handed the waitress the money from my pockets as my eyes stayed on Flex.

“Yeah, well, out with the old, in with the new,.

“I mumbled.

“I know you. You hang out with um, what’s his name, Bop.”

I quickly shot her a look.

I didn’t think Foe would have people that fucked with Bishop in his club.

I stood from the table and brushed past her.

I couldn’t be in here long before someone else spotted me.

I eyed Flex one last time before I left the club.

Flex was fine as hell, and although I hated to do it. I was about to bag Shorty and at least for now, I would have a place to lay my fucking head.