Page 11 of Search My Soul (Taylor Family Saga #3)

“Damn, girl. Come over and talk to me for a second.” Kye from the Eastside Rogue’s cat called me.

I rolled my eyes as I switched right past him.

A few girls from our old neighborhood messed with him and they all said he had a shrimp dick.

I was the type to hurt a niggas’ feelings, so it was best if he steered clear of me.

“I can’t wait to see Masego and Dash perform.

Manny told me that Rule Graham will be making a guest appearance too.

That man used to be on every poster in my house when I was a teenager.

I’m glad I brought an extra pair of underwear to throw on the stage.

” My cousin, Kamesha, shouted over the music.

She might have been a messy bitch, but she always had the hook-up.

The men she dated were usually older with deep pockets and connections.

This concert had been sold out for weeks, but one of her men was a record label executive who was able to snag us two front-row tickets.

“They are fine, and they know how to work a stage.”

“They look like they can work a few other things as well. Especially Dash. His bowlegged self looks like he has a mean stroke game.” Kamesha purred as she twirled the ends of her freshly laid sew-in.

“I’m sure his wife would be able to answer that question better than anyone else.” I reminded her with judgment on my tongue.

“A wife ain’t never stopped shit for me before.

All I need is five minutes with that fine ass man and I’ll change his life,” Kamesha boasted.

I scoffed as we made our way through the crowd.

This place was packed from wall to wall, so I knew we were about to have a good time.

My only prayer was that their security didn’t drop the ball.

These young fools liked to shoot for no reason at all, and I wasn’t going for that shit tonight.

Once we found our seats, I pulled out my phone to record a few videos before the show started.

My outfit came together better than I imagined.

The short leather shorts accentuated my curves while the black stockings toned down the outfit.

I paired the shorts with a white drop top and a red, black, and white leather jacket with my black red-bottom boots and Dior shades.

I decided to install my new body wave wig with a side part, and it came out perfectly.

My makeup was flawless, and I was proud of myself.

I was an impatient person, so I made sure to teach myself how to do my own self-maintenance just in case a bitch hit me with one of those “Hey Love” text messages trying to cancel at the last minute.

“Look at all you sexy ladies in the building! Are y’all ready to turn up with me and my boys tonight?” Masego shouted as he swaggered to the front of the stage.

“I see a couple of baddies that I might want to take home with me tonight.” The crowd went crazy as the intro to his song began to play.

Just like I thought, the whole show was a vibe.

All of the fellas got on stage and took the crowd on a ride.

When Rule brought his daughter Reign on the stage, I think the entire crowd melted.

She might have been young, but her voice sounded like a seasoned woman full of soul.

The two of them together was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

After the concert, we decided to stop by Jenny’s, which was a twenty-four-hour diner.

The food was decent when you were sober, but it tasted like Heaven when you were drunk.

Kamesha’s fling of the week hooked us up with a driver for the night as well as complimentary bottles of liquor.

I tried not to get too fucked up, but since I didn’t have to worry about how I would get home, I got a little carried away.

“I can taste the crunchy bacon and those thick ass pancakes right now.”

“I hope Ms. Pat is working today because I swear her food always tastes better than anyone else’s.

” I chimed in. This had been the hangout spot for years.

The owners had changed a few times, but Ms. Pat had been a cook here for at least twenty years.

She added a little extra love in her cooking, and nobody could tell me anything differently.

“Well, you might not want to eat too many, or you’ll be busting out of your outfit.” Kamesha teased, although I found nothing funny about her little joke.

“Mmm, now that I think about it, I might get five pancakes instead of my usual three. Might as well do it big,” I responded with sarcasm laced in every word.

“There you go, getting all sensitive. I’m just trying to look out for you, you know?

If you want a man with some real motion, you’ve got to give them something worth chasing.

Otherwise, you’ll continue to end up with men who only want to see you at night.

” Her comment stung, but it wasn’t because of the men.

It was because she reminded me of my mother.

In my mother’s eyes, Kamesha was the blueprint. She was prettier, her body was perfectly proportioned, and she had good hair. Whatever that meant. My mother would use every opportunity she could to make me feel like a fat slob while she praised Kamesha for simply existing.

“Welcome to Jenny’s! Take a seat wherever you’d like,” Ms. Pat yelled. I smiled brightly, knowing our food was about to be so good.

“Oh, let’s sit over here.” I followed Kamesha’s lead over to a table on the left in the corner.

The moment I noticed the group of men sitting directly in front of it, I realized why.

It never mattered how many men she had in her life; Kamesha loved to have the attention on her.

It never bothered me because I always reaped the benefits of the attention she got.

She had taken me on numerous shopping trips and last-minute vacations, courtesy of her sponsors.

The men loved her, and the women wanted to be her.

My whole life, my mother drilled it into my head that men only wanted skinny women.

Kamesha had a little meat on her body, but most of it was courtesy of her surgeon.

She was actually one of the first girls in our neighborhood to get a BBL, along with her breasts done.

The diner wasn’t as crowded as it normally was, so we only had a fifteen-minute wait to get our food. Everything smelled delicious, and I couldn’t wait to dive in.

“Hey! There go my favorite boys!” I turned to see who Ms. Pat was talking to.

That’s when I saw it was the Taylor boys, Pure and Soul, along with a few men I usually saw them hanging out with.

I used to have the biggest crush on Pure, but he wore a permanent mug on his face.

Soul was fine as hell too, but his mouth was a completely different demon.

I already knew I could never be with someone like him.

He didn’t care what came out of his mouth, and I could see myself cussing his ass out.

Besides, the bitches flocked to him and his family members like flies to shit. I had witnessed multiple fights over those men, and they would simply sit back and watch. I would never let a man have me in public making a fool of myself.

“Damn, do you hear that?” Kamesha’s voice broke me out of my trance.

“Hear what?”

“The train, sis. Baby, if you put me in a room with any of those men, I promise I would fold like fresh laundry. It doesn’t make any sense how fine they are.

I don’t believe in homie hopping, but does it even count if they are all in the same family?

” I snickered at her failed attempt to rationalize her crazy thoughts.

“Girl, they are blood related. I highly doubt they are into sharing bitches, but I could be wrong though.”

“Let me stop playing. They look like the type to have me fighting in the street, and you know I’m a bougie bitch. You won’t catch me with my lace front on the ground.”

“You ain’t lying. I remember when Tiny and Aries were fighting over Chosen.

Aries snatched the wig off the other girl and had her standing in the middle of the street, barefoot, with her wig cap exposed.

They both had busted lips, and their clothes were torn.

I thought for sure they would leave that man alone until I saw all three of them at the mall together.

I don’t ever want that kind of dick in my life.

I would be in jail if someone ever tried to play with me like that.

” When it came to men like them, a lot of women would gladly throw their morals and self-worth in the dumpster for the chance to have a man with money.

Now, don’t get me wrong, it came with its perks.

I just didn’t believe any man was worth the embarrassment.

I’d only allowed one man to play me, and I vowed never to let it happen again.

I used these men for what they were good for and moved around.

I had no desire to be anyone’s girl or kept bitch.

The main chicks suffered the most, and the side chicks got the crumbs. I had no desire to be either.

“I should have ordered a to-go plate. I’m gonna be good and hungover when I wake up later.”

“That’s why I asked for the extra biscuits and honey. I need some bread to soak up all of this liquor. Lucky for me, I don’t have to work until the evening, so I will be able to sleep in,” I replied.

“Let me go put my order in while the line is low.” Kamesha slid out of the booth and then sashayed her way to the front counter.

I heard the men at the next table call out to her, and I would bet my last dollar that she was eating the attention up.

They sounded drunk and belligerent, which was never a good sign.

Some men could get a little disrespectful when they were under the influence.